It was Qurna Market Tuesday. The trip and shopping went well. We always end up with heavy bags full of vegetables. It is more meaningful to buy directly from the vendors there. Of course, some sellers have a large spread of produce. We tend to prefer buying from the little vendors.
Sometimes it appears as if ladies or old men come and sell whatever excess is growing in their garden. Some may have a few piles of cucumbers or a motley selection of potatoes in front of them. They must be swapping the money earned for some other needs. A few do not have their own scales but make use of one from a neighbouring vendor. It just seems better to buy locally than from a supermarket chain. Of course, the produce is fresher that way too.
The far end of the market lot has room for animal sales. Goats, donkeys, and sheep are physically the largest. Live chickens are probably the most traded though. Ducks, geese, pigeons, and even turkeys round out the bird selection.
Yet, every time we go, I threaten to buy a rabbit. Today, an old lady pulled a huge one out of a box to show us. In her other had she grabbed four tiny ones and hauled them into the air by the ears. I tell Jay that we could have a cute little pet for our remaining three months here. Then, we could give it to the neighbours for a dinner after we leave.