Mercado 23

 Mercado 28 is full of stands selling souvenirs, so that's where tourists go.  Mercado 23 is where the locals go.


I swear this crosswalk is the only location in all of Cancún where pedestrians have the right of way!



These beautiful Royal Poinciana (thanks, Google image search!) trees are all over:




Bar:



Ambulatory vendor who was selling pozol, a fermented pre-Hispanic corn drink, and what I assume was coconut.  I didn't stop him in time :(



In the median strip, a sort-of airplane and horse statues.  What does it mean???

Street view:


Taco restaurant:



There are shops all around outside the market:


Dried shrimp. They are ground and used to make fritters, or used whole to make broth.



There are loads of fruit and veg stalls:

Flower shop:



Spices, anyone?


Dog food or dried chiles, your choice!


(Finally!) Entrance to the market proper.  "Entry is not allowed to:  walking vendors, musicians or singers, nor people who ask for money."



Eating area:



Unrefrigerated chicken!



More veg:



Crispy tortilla products:



A little bit of everything:



On the way back, I stopped for a "cheese" flavor ice cream.  It didn't really taste of cheese -- rather, there was shredded cheese mixed in.  Yum, and almost a necessity in 90 degrees and 80% humidity! ($2.86)





It's a shame this picture didn't come out better, because the face is a  skull.  What does it all mean?














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