April 22, 2013 by allsho
When I was a child I used to like going to the market. The reason for my (very limited) tolerance for the market experience being the purchase of doughnuts or other kinds of sweets that I could consume while my mother did whatever she wanted to do. Of course, my level of impatience used to grow quite quickly as soon as the last of the sweet was swallowed.
Only recently did I look at going to the market with different eyes. It’s possible that this is caused to finally understanding the wide possibilities of saving money that markets offer these days. I can’t say I’ve become a regular visitor, especially because where I live the weekly market is on Tuesdays, which doesn’t really suit my needs. But when I have the opportunity, I’ll go.
Observing the vendors, every day in a different market, yet always stocked and ready for any weather, I’ve sometimes taken that as an example of an apparently, and deceivingly, simple job, which, on the contrary, is hard and needs impressive organizational skills besides the usual seller’s attitude.
And around Christmas, even something more than that.