There’s something elemental about an open air market. I mean a market where the merchants sometimes shout out their wares, where the sun shines benevolently, and people come together in easy camaraderie. I am not talking about a supermarket or a departmental store, that monstrous twist on the neighbourhood marketplace. I am talking about a market where the colourful fruits and vegetables bask in the sun. The vivacity of voices, the eclectic mix of products, and the buzz in the air: it is truly food for the soul to soak in the chaotic spirit of the market. What I like best about a market like that is that it is deeply sensuous. You can smell the oranges, feel the undulation of a beaded necklace, or slip into colourful footwear. Or just watch the world go by.