Market

My mom asked me when I was home if I could take more pictures of regular things that happen in my village things that at this point, I don't think are all that interesting. So I went to my market and took pictures of me and my favorite market ladies! This girl works with her mother (in the back left) at their market stall everyday. When I asked if I could get a picture with her she threw her arms around. The reason why this picture is so good is probably because we are both actually laughing and not giving fake picture smiles.

A scene in the market. Stalls are made from tree trunks and covered with corregated tin/ straw/ tarps. If you are a regular at the market you get a stall.

Other women, such as this one do not come weekly, or do and just come to late to get a stall and table. They set up on plastic pieces on the ground. I have found that when I take out my camera there are two types of people, people who come running, and beg while jumping to get their picture taken, and then the others who think it steals your soul. This woman was a bit afriad of the camera and only let me take the picture if I bought some tomatos. All the other children are the type who followed me around for the rest of my market visit.

The woman on the right is one of my friends in the market. She has a large metal box about hte size of a big closet that she keeps her stuff in. She sells dried goods like powdered milk, pasta, rice, and also soap, detergents, cigarettes, and matches. She's sort of the market version of one-stop-shopping.

Here is a tissue stall (fabric is called tissue here)

So there you have it, a petite tour of my market through pictures.