Snaps from the food markets of Santiago and Valparaiso
I haven’t had use for them in ages, luckily, but my dodging-annoyingly-pushy-sellers skills have to be employed as soon as I enter Mercado Central in Santiago Chile. “Linda, ¿de dónde eres? would you like some lunch? We have the best fish at the market” “We are the only restaurant with toilets inside” “Good prices, good fish, and with air-condition, come take a look!”, dodgy looking young guys, stylishly uniformed waiters, and old guys with stained aprons and filleting knives in hand all try to lure me in to their fancy restaurants or small eateries with scattered tables that the fish market is filled with.
But I’m not there for food and eateries. Not yet. I want to see the market, the fish. Heaps of mussels, shell fish, big stables of them, slimy squids, and of course all kind of fishes, with their deflated eyes looking emptily out at you.