The market place on a Saturday was a social event, particularly for housewives. It provided them with an atmosphere to be updated on the latest gossip and the opportunity to restock their homes with fresh produce. A visit took hours since every few steps mom stopped to greet a friend, “Ay gyal, long time no see…”
The myriad of fruits and vegetables created a picturesque scene on the retina but the stench (fish, meat and produce mixed) was undeniably horrendous.
Childhood Memories 
Vivid description of a typical Caribbean market settings. It draws the reader in and a sense of suspense is created for the next blog.
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Thank you, keep reading, I hope to post more.
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The blog truly represented the Caribbean market early Saturday and Sunday mornings. Reading about the stench of the market brought back so many memories. I love the play on the senses (both visual and aroma). Additionally, the market also portrayed Caribbean people negotiating skills. Looking forward for more pieces. Excellent!
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It really was a social event …a venue for street intel where one gain the latest scoop on the happenings of the neighborhood
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The market place was the social media of today.
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This brought back memories, 😊😊😂😂😂😂, and yes the stench was horrible, but when it came out the pot on the stove, I would lick my fingers like there was never another meal coming up😂😂😂😂. I would always admire the way each had their space and how uniformed their items would be placed. I still go to the market, and I still enjoy looking at the we’ll placed produce and kaleidoscope
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I could not agree with you more
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