In the hillside town of Tinamastes, every Tuesday — martes, is market day….”La Feria”.
La Feria de Agricultor…the Farmers’ Market…
Early in the morning, sellers set up in the big hall. Some of them come from two hours away in the Sierra de la Muerte, where the altitude allows cultivation of cool-weather crops.
From the warmer areas nearby come the tropical items.
Shoppers cruise the stalls.
Children run and play in between.
The hall is loud. The sounds of hundreds of voices fill the air. The steel roof above reflects the sound back down to the talkers. The bustle of commercial activity is intense.
The market is not just for fruit and vegetables. It’s a “scene”.
People come here to meet with friends.
In one corner of the hall are benches where people gather.
The camera freezes a constantly-changing “tableau” of human actions.
Outside the hall, others ply their trades.
Various treatments and attentions are available.
Crystal reading anyone?
Perhaps the cure is a hot chourico sausage in a roll from the German Butcher…
The scene outside is almost as busy as the scene inside.
A family pauses for a break.