Central Market

by

Ryan Clement

I DON’T HAVE fond memories of markets and marketplaces because I had to pull the shopping trolley on a Saturday morning along North End Road, Fulham, London.

MY LATE MOTHER would insist I transported our food in the checkered brown cloth trolley with which I dreaded being seen with by any of my friends. It was uncool. But, I would gladly relive those moments again without complaint if it meant accompanying my mother again! Luther Vandross’ Dance With My Father springs to mind

ANYWAY, Central Market in Valencia is enormous! I watched a couple of videos before I went out, and it was suggested that tourists not only film but show some appreciation by purchasing something. I have no idea why this suggestion was felt necessary because I had no hesitation in shopping there.

I BOUGHT a thermometer 🌡️, cashew nuts, honey nuts, five drinks; one of which is a local sweet drink called Horchata or Orxata in which I soaked my Fartons, which look and taste like a lighter version of Yums Yums. And, yes, they are yummy 😋 I also bought this outside of the market place a few times!

THERE ARE MANY STALLS outside of Mercado Central (or Mercat Central), one of which sold leather goods, belts in particular. Two were purchased. Belts would be cut to size and reassembled in a flash. The belt maker consented to my filming him working at his craft.

Coexistence!

Holy Grail

TOMORROW, I write about my trip to visit some friends 🐬 🐠🐧with whom we share this planet. 🌎

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