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We went to the Bazaar as early as we could to avoid the heat of the day. This bazaar was the genuine article. Local housewives and families shopped for their groceries, purchased fashion, shoes and underwear and chose their meat requirements from amongst the live ducks, chickens and rabbits. Alongside those creatures destined for the cooking pots were beautifully coloured cage birds. I wasn’t sure which I felt sorrier for, but in places like this, western sensibilities have to accept a different set of values. Our produce comes in plastic bags – I’m not sure this gives us the moral high ground. The range of breads, fruit and sweetmeats was astonishing. It all looked delicious. I took a photo of a sign advertising horse meat. The next time Bandit is silly about getting on the float I’ll be showing it to him.
