on March 17, 2009The market is set up in a field/parking lot in the heart of town. I am told that it goes away at the end of the day but many stalls look very permanent. At this market they sell fresh fruit and vegetables from the farms all around, as well as just about anything else that you can imagine. American dollar stores have nothing on this market. Obviously, it is always best
to buy what's in season because it is much less expensive, but they do have out of season items. They offer a wide variety of produce, spices, hardware, plastic, and rubber goods. They also sell freshly made handicrafts, wine, nuts, and small kitchen utensils.
As we made our way toward the vegetable market there were women of all ages coming
and going with their wire carts and plastic shopping bags. I wonder if those separate the serious shoppers from the tourists. There are people everywhere, young and old. We even walked by some fresh fish on ice, probably yesterday's catch. Directly across from the fish table were fresh oranges and tangerines. Can you have a cacophony of smells? I bought nothing but my host bought the last few items for our lunch and dinner.
The smell of fresh fruit is invigorating. We walked by a table with lemons, eggplant, cabbage, beets (I am not a beet lover but if you go to rural parts of The Ukraine, you must try their beets.), peppers, lettuce, carrots, leeks, and parsley. That was only one table. From one end to the other the market cannot be more than a couple hundred yards but I am confident that you could easily spend a day there without visiting the same table or booth twice.
They also sell fresh eggs, meat, flowers, and jars of fresh honey.
Everyone seems to be very happy and they are friendly. People were scurrying everywhere. The noise level was a bit much for me, but it was a great time, all things considered.
The smell of firewood mixed with fish and produce fills the air. I just realized
the fish table is next to me. These guys scream about their fruit with the passion
of American TV evangelists. I guess it is understandable since it's their
livelihood. What I take as an experience is their life.
I continue in the other direction. We stop to buy onions. We are on the hunt for cabbage and celery. I am standing in front of another fish table filled with shrimp. It smells good. We found the cabbage but not the celery - oh well, I'm not a big fan of celery anyway.
It would be difficult to pay too much for the food and other essentials but the prices for the handicrafts and other "extras" may not be such bargains.
