A FEAST FOR THE SENSES

A FEAST FOR THE SENSES

The market place doesn’t sell only one thing in particular, it sells are variety of items. It was not the cleanest market but   it served one of the most authentic and delicious food around. One  of  my favorite things  about this place  was the bliss of colours ; how  the fruit and vegetable  colours meshed with  the grilled fish or the Egyptian silk  robes .

This was the busiest market place because all the venders at different stalls were trying to attract customers by yelling at the top of their lungs. The buzz of people never stopped because there was either an argument over space, customers or better yet merchandise. A large amount of foreign travelers brought the most exotic food of all. There was an assortment of spices which ranged from Indian spices, all the way to the lost African spice.

I was most fascinated by the hand – woven illustration on each dress, and that every dress had its own story behind it. The coherent shoes they sell. Moccasins – native American shoes worn for pleasure and comfort. My goodness! The traditional jewelry and instruments on display were breathtaking. The twist and turn of the sounds are woven to create an embellishment of sounds.

My favorite dish is shawarma with grilled meat inside with mixed spices. It does not require much to make this simple yet delicious meal. Despite! The shabby looking appearance it brings the mix of flavours, tingling in your mouth on your first bite. For the basics, all that is there is its quesadilla, friend, and soft, seasoned to perfection. Last of all the thyme, parsley and mint tops it off.

Let’s talk about the whole market. The market is a people infested, congested and polluted area. The odour is nose wrinkling, straight from the sewer and the scorching sun does not make it any better. As much as the sweet smelling aroma fills me, I can’t stand  the stench , with one sniff my eyes started to water.

But overall the traditional  festive people comfort me and  gives me a warm feeling.

Unfortunately,  when the party has been crashed , I smell so unbelievably disgusting.

Done by Christine Mugure