From AMAZON CAST OF CHARACTERS
I always love the smells of the third world countries, each with its distinctive mixtures of cooking fires of various woods or cow-chips, spices blending with herbs and vegetables, and delicious cuisines wafting through the air. In a market the smells only intensify and shift like notes in a melody.
Whenever I enter a market, I feel I am inhaling the culture itself.
Colors assail me, the shiny reds of tomatoes, potatoes of 20 or 30 types from purple to red to tan, emerald and jade greens, the brilliant hues of tropical fruits, spices and herbs, all displayed with care and artistry. I see flowers, tons of flowers. I love that men in Latin America allow themselves to enjoy flowers.
The meat and fish market provide an anatomy lesson of unexpected body parts and changes in odor. As we quickly traverse that area, the succulent smell of arepas sizzling in protesting, golden oil entice us into a nearby cantina.