Open air fruit market is a misleading name. It is an open air everything market. The first fruit stand has me mesmerized. So many colors. Every shape and size imaginable. What's that? Can you even eat this? These ones smell like steak! "Robert, what are all these fruits?"
"This stand only has bananas."
Mind. Blown.
A nearby orange guy has even more different kinds of oranges than the banana guy had bananas. I suspect some of those "oranges" are actually grapefruits, but decide to let it go.
Most of my life, I've been used to eating fruit that was picked when green, and ripened in a shipping container. These vine ripened fruits are still in the hands of the farmers who picked them this morning. The meat is still breathing when you order it. As for exotic drinks they have Coca-Cola imported all the way from ...Georgia.
The ubiquitous samba music is drowned out in many places by shouting vendors. This is how I always imagined the floor of the New
York Stock Exchange looked before they had computers. Except suits and
ties are replaced with straw fedoras and machetes.
They have everything here. How do you say bootlegged DVD in Portuguese?
Paraguay.
How about counterfeit Rolex? Rolex Paraguay. Are those NBA jerseys made of.. wool? Paraguay.
This place is hilarious.
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