The Market Time

I understand that my recollections of my tropical vacation are getting about as long as the Forsyte Saga. Although I hope they are a bit more cheerful, and they certainly have a happier ending.

Market time!

This little market was located close to our hotel. Since it was right next to the shore, all the objects that were for sale there were covered with a considerable layer of white sand. If you were to buy something, the vendor would clean and polish it for you.If you’re not good at haggling, you won’t have a very successful trip to the market. The vendors await easy prey, but they also seem to find them boring. They prefer to chat for a while, and most of them have a great sense of humour.

   

This is Chi Chi. He really has a more extravagant name. Something like Archibald.

I really regret not buying these figures.

This little guy was quite brutal.

I can’t imagine who would buy this water bottle and use it in public.

This is a variation on Rodin’s The Thinker.

All the wooden sculptures are made out of very durable wood. The vendors would knock them against one another to demonstrate this quality. This is a victim of such a demonstration.

There was a magical moment when the wind blew, and the pashminas started to dance.

You can also find these kinds of objects at the market. Here’s a souvenir you could get for your girlfriend or your boyfriend.

And finally – a feast for the eyes.

 

A black coral. Maybe it’s just a coral that’s covered in black paint. I’m a lousy expert.

A vendor that sold me a necklace. Then another one, form whom I didn’t buy anything. He asked me to take a photo anyway. I decided to indulge him.

A delicious rum with an interesting name -Mamajuana.

The end of story.