The freshest produce – so fresh, the chickens are still squawking in their cages – and the latest gossip await at the market.
We all remember waking up early in the morning as kids to accompany our mothers to the neighbourhood wet market, treading on slippery floors (especially if you’re near to the butchers’) and taking in the overwhelming sights, sounds and smells.
They are the anti-thesis to the clean, dry and air-conditioned aisles of modern supermarkets filled with packaged and neatly arranged meat and vegetable produce. A wet market is always loud, frenetic, dirty and, well, very wet.
Apart from amazingly fresh produce, these markets provide chances for social interaction. As each caters to a proximate community, relationships are formed over time: observe the mock rivalries between neighboring vendors, the banter and haggling between housewives and traders, and the candid chit-chatting sessions of familiar faces.
