It comes as no surprise that I love markets. I particularly love Central American markets an among those markets I dearly love the ones where the locals shop. I’m not too interested in stalls filled with handy crafts designed for the tourist trade. I like ones with blocks of fresh cheese, stacks of peppers and plantains and bleeding hunks of freshly slaughtered pig.
The central square of many Latin American cities is the cultural heart of the city but the municipal market is the social heart. I could happily stroll the later forever, looking at exotic and slightly blemished fruit straight from the country-side, brought down by donkey cart.
The textures, colors and smells of those places all combine to make a magical sort of ambiance and I am easily caught in its thrall. On my final morning in Granada I was alone for a few hours so I headed west from the central square to their municipal market. I wish I had more time to photograph it as the place was superb, but I walked away with some decent shots and here they are for you to see.
Chances are that if you see a man carrying plantains on his head then you are in the right spot for a cultural and photographic odyssey.