Day Thirteen

This city never ceases to amaze me. My friend and I spent seven hours wandering the city and never once got bored (or lost!).  El mercado de la calle Feria had fruits and vegetables of every shape, size and color, a man in a white coat quickly but precisely chopped an entire fish to pieces for a woman, as we stood in awe.  The smell of fresh produce, roasted and candied nuts, an abundance of cheese, even the occasional pastry filled the air as we wandered.

Store after store, street after street, they are all different and unique. Some play Spanish music, but most play American, all with a distinct smell and style.  There is music, art, and performance everywhere in from cellos and violins, to electric guitar, and singers. We even saw some gypsies doing acrobatics (and no they dont shave their armpits) and a woman painting a wall for a children's store.

oh, and I had donut flavored ice cream/gelato. It was fabulous.

Picture of the day 1: The woman painting the mural for the store in the street.  I love the colors and the way it makes all the narrow roads look.

 Picture of the day 2: The gypsies doing aerobatics in the street!