Mercado de la Cruz

Matt at the mercado

We shop at the mercado (market) almost every day. This feels like real Mexico to me, a wondrous panoply of sights, sounds and smells. People are helpful and kind, though we are hampered by our limited Spanish and almost no one speaks English. But we still manage to buy our fruits and the occasional other bits and pieces, with smiles and gesturing filling in the gaps.

dried shrimps; and cinnamon sticks
flowers
one of the flower vendors on his way to his stall
tomatoes and avocados
hanging meats and smoked cheeses
mangoes and peppers
Mercado de la Cruz
frozen crustaceans and octopus