This is a rather unusual post for me, so I’m providing fair warning that its content may not be appreciated by everyone.
The scene for this story is the fish and meat market in Plaka – a neighbourhood in Athens built in a part of the ancient city that is said to have been continuously inhabited since … well, forever. I’m talking about hundreds of centuries in the BC here.
I consider myself a reasonably well-travelled person, and I live in a large multi-cultural city, but I’ve never seen a market quite like this one.
Gilles visited Athens on a short work related trip about 20 years ago, and besides the Acropolis, his strongest memory of the city was this particular market. To his delight, it was still there and everything he remembered it to be.
He was like a little kid in a candy shop – ooo’ing and ahhh’ing over the displays.
Picture a huge cavernous barn-like structure, noisy and teeming with people. The air was damp and cool from the long rows of ice-packed displays containing the largest variety of fishies and other “thingies” that I’ve ever seen.
The floors were wet and slippery from the melting ice, but that rank fishy odour characteristic of fish markets was surprising mild. I gave a small prayer of thanks to the god of good ventilation.
While Gilles was busy negotiating some fish purchases, I tried to escape the fish market and landed in the meat market.
It was a new kind of horror.
This butcher’s daughter shouldn’t have been squeamish, but it wasn’t long before I lost my appetite for anything that originally had eyes. Be grateful that I spared you the images of cow tongues and veiny bull testicles.
Oh? You are looking for a door? …. not to escape, but because it’s Thursday?
Of course … sorry, for making you wait.
Tonight for dinner, it’s a vegetable stir-fry … and please don’t tell me carrots can cry.
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