Tuesday Market
On Tuesday Dee took me out to the Tuesday Market. We met at the Lavanderia, the outdoor laundry at the Chorro, just down the street from Casa Dharma. From threre we walked straight up, up, up the stairs, past the cultural centre, up to the Queretaro road, the up even more, to the very rim of the canyon. Along the edge of the city, with the Santa Domingo neighbourhood to the left, and the whole country spread out below us to the left, out in the hot 10 AM sun, out to the Gigante.
The Gigante is a large modern store, like a Mexican version of Superstore, on the edge of town. Also the home of San Miguel's first shopping mall. On the other side of theGigante, the Tuesday Market spread out like an ocean of tarped roofs before us.
Wandering between the stalls, the vendors call out to attract customers, taped music blares, each booth with its own station, competing for our attention. The powerful fragrance of ripe fruit seduces. Crowds jostle through, women with babies, women and girls of every age. Every imaginable consumer good is for sale, from prepared food, clothes, electronics, remedies, fashion accessories, toys, honey, raw chickens, produce, CD's,
This is where the people shop. We were mainly shopping for clothes. Large tables with huge mounds of clothes, each table a different price. There were 50 peso tables, 30 peso tables, 15 peso tables, and at the very back of the market, we found a 10 peso table. We should have started there, because they had some great finds- the odd silk shirt, some Old Navy, really great stuff, for about a dollar each. As we, and the other shoppers sort throught the clothes, we pull up the buried things from the bottom of the piles, and toss them on top. In this way, the clothes are all contantly being circulated for everyone to see. There aren't any mirrors, so you just pull things on over your clothes to check the fit, much to the entertainment of any male bystanders, and rely on your friend's opinion as to how it looks. I came home with practically a whole new wardrobe, for about $35 dollars.
The Gigante is a large modern store, like a Mexican version of Superstore, on the edge of town. Also the home of San Miguel's first shopping mall. On the other side of theGigante, the Tuesday Market spread out like an ocean of tarped roofs before us.
Wandering between the stalls, the vendors call out to attract customers, taped music blares, each booth with its own station, competing for our attention. The powerful fragrance of ripe fruit seduces. Crowds jostle through, women with babies, women and girls of every age. Every imaginable consumer good is for sale, from prepared food, clothes, electronics, remedies, fashion accessories, toys, honey, raw chickens, produce, CD's,
This is where the people shop. We were mainly shopping for clothes. Large tables with huge mounds of clothes, each table a different price. There were 50 peso tables, 30 peso tables, 15 peso tables, and at the very back of the market, we found a 10 peso table. We should have started there, because they had some great finds- the odd silk shirt, some Old Navy, really great stuff, for about a dollar each. As we, and the other shoppers sort throught the clothes, we pull up the buried things from the bottom of the piles, and toss them on top. In this way, the clothes are all contantly being circulated for everyone to see. There aren't any mirrors, so you just pull things on over your clothes to check the fit, much to the entertainment of any male bystanders, and rely on your friend's opinion as to how it looks. I came home with practically a whole new wardrobe, for about $35 dollars.
posted by Jacquie Wareham Life Coach at 2:51 p.m.
1 Comments:
Hey there from your cousin Jane!
Very interesting stuff - looks like a great adventure. Will keep watching and reading!
Play safe and take care.
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