Food markets are awesome, we used to go to one every Saturday while I was growing up – a tradition I always appreciated. It’s the best thing, just looking at food everywhere. I mean, not only does food taste good, it also looks amazing in its raw shapes and colours. And then, you know, there’s smells and, if you’re lucky, tastes, and packaging and sounds presenting every little thing. I really love looking at food, it makes me tingle with glee (hunger follows shortly thereafter).
Gorgeous pictures; I love food markets too. There’s also this awesome ambiance at them, like the people are interesting and welcoming. There were cool food markets in PA as well, b/c the Amish came!
I wish (so hard) that we have food markets here, but sadly no. I’m slowly appreciating the wet markets here – where usually old people have their stalls – because the prices are cheaper. But still, nothing close to being able to appreciate fresh produce and walk around tasting cheese and whatnot!
Ohh, wet markets, what does that mean?