Early morning again - this time to the wet market. Saturday morning - no other better time, surely?
I love markets - both wet and dry - not just for what is being sold but also for its human-esque quality. It's obvious how markets reflect the livelihood and economy of a town; less obvious its history; and even less so its culture and beliefs.
But it's such a human thing - markets: where everybody converge at a specific point in space and time to interact with each other in more ways than one. It's simply a characteristic of human civilization: no civilization has ever occurred without a marketplace.
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