There’s something about a local market. Maybe because it is not about the glossy, edited version you find in guidebooks, but the raw, messy, unfiltered truth. When you travel, a market isn’t just a place to shop. It’s where the heartbeat of a place is. You hear the local language, smell the spices and street food that make up the memory of a destination, and see what’s actually in season. It’s the details that hook you: the way a bag of saffron glows in the Moroccan sun, how a baker in Paris casually dusts a baguette with flour like it’s…
