There’s nothing like a Mercado (market). It’s the heartbeat of a city. In Zihau the market takes up blocks. Inside the market, stall after stall, packed tight selling anything you can imagine, from flowers to kitchen utensils and everything in between. People shop and stop to eat at their favorite food stall. Everyone has their favorite vendors. Everything is fresh. There are no chickens in plastic styrofoam cartons. No shrink wrapped cheese. You can smell the tomatoes and squeeze the melons. Outside on the streets surrounding the Mercado there are more vendors selling everything from cheeses to chickens. Continue reading “Downtown Zihau”