There is some kind of rhythm there that is impossible to fake: sellers shout prices to each other, buyers bargain, but it is all alive, real emotions, smells and noises.

I like to go there early in the morning, when there is almost no one there, and you can calmly look at the rows of vegetables, touch the tomatoes that still smell of the sun, and choose green apples 🍏. Each product there seems like a small story: peaches brought from a neighboring village, carrots with golden skin that smell like rain... I understand that this is strange, but it seems to me that you can feel the real present there.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that markets are like people. There are noisy, bright ones that immediately attract attention. There are quiet, modest, but incredibly delicious ones. And if you stand for a while, you can understand who is worth what, without filters and advertising. 😌

And one more thing - I love this chaos, this fuss, because it reminds you that life is not always perfectly organized. Sometimes something falls from the counter, someone accidentally nudges you with their elbow, and you laugh and take another orange 🍊. And it seems that the whole world is in order, because it is fresh, real and alive.

Markets are small pieces of happiness that you can touch with your hands, smell and eat. And this happiness does not need to be shared with someone, you can just take it and enjoy it yourself. 🌿

Nata