Today I have another treat for us, those interested in sightseeing, learning the countryside and (my kinda folk) those who like to eat. Thomas Glenn, one of our PhilFAQS guest writers gave me another great post with especially wonderful pictures. It’s most kind of Tom to share and the pictures are big, so I think I’m going to space this post out over several days. Be patient, tune in every day, and your patience will be rewarded.
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Hi,
Today’s topic is close to my heart, and even closer to my stomach. Most of the towns here in the province of La Union have a public market. This is built with taxpayers’ money and serves the whole community. The stalls in the market are rented out to vendors, primarily of fresh fruits and vegetables (including rice), animal flesh (chicken (manok), pork (baboy), beef (baka), goat (kambing), and a variety of fresh and dried fish. Any day of the week these permanent vendors open up their stalls and work the whole day. In my area the markets also have what they call “Market Day. There are vendors of non-traditional food and non-food items who set up for business on Market Day. Most of these vendors will not have a stall, but will place their items on some fabric or plastic or tarpaulin on the ground in the area surrounding the permanent vendors. The Market Days in the towns adjacent to one another schedule their days (usually two times a week) so as to not conflict with the nearby towns. This permits the transient vendors to travel from town to town and sell their goods on Market Day. A major attraction of these regularly scheduled days is that they attract many more buyers than the normal days. For some people this provides the opportunity to make major purchases for the kitchens for the entire week. Market Day is an exciting time, both for the vendors who hope to sell their entire stock and buyers who are hoping to find the foods they want at bargain prices. Over a period of time all these vendors, permanent or transient, come to know one another so there is a lot of greeting and gossiping (chika-chika) going on.
Today we went to San Gabriel so that Julie could spend some time with her employee and to do some photography herself. I took this opportunity to go to the market with my camera. There is no way that I could sneak into the market incognito. A person six foot, one inch, weighing almost 300 pounds and with Scotch-Irish complexion and blue eyes just naturally appears as a foreign object. After a while I forget that I am a pink spotted giraffe and begin to relax and enjoy myself. Invariably the people I see there are friendly and inviting. A few are Hollywood stars and want their picture taken but for the most part the people are shy and sometimes conceal their faces if I point the camera in their direction. The children have no reservation about having their picture taken. I don’t know what it is but something must happen after childhood and into puberty that changes a camera hog into a camera shy teenager. Then the MUCH older people enjoy having their picture taken. But, enough of all this text and on to the photos.
Take care,
Tom
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