There is something very honest and warm about the local markets in any place. They reflect the hard work of a farmer, the labour of an artisan, there is so much authenticity in these markets which is struggling to find its place in the age of supermarkets.
Whenever I visit a new city or town, I try to find the local markets. Sometimes there is a famous one, like the La Bouqueria in Barcelona or the Christmas market of Nuremberg or sometimes it’s the lesser know Sunday Farmers Market of your neighbourhood.
Its been a tradition in many parts of the world to visit the weekend markets and buy fresh produce directly from the farmers. Back in India I remember as a kid we had the designated weekend shopping day on Sunday when the nearby village folks would gather with farm produce, poultry, meats under one roof. My Mom would bargain for better prices and would be very picky.
If one wants to truly feel the pulse of a place, understand the life of locals and be one of them, there is no other place than going to a local market.
Ready to explore?
Browse through this blog to check out some interesting write-ups and candid pictures from markets across the world.