notes and reflections

The sprawling public market close to my apartment offers a bewildering array of unfamiliar foods.  In addditon to stall after stall of fresh flowers, vegetables and fruit (some completely unidentifiable), there are venders selling fish whose shapes and sizes I fail to recognize, small stands serving food, bins of unnamed grains, stacks of things bundled in dried corn stalks that I suspect are some sort of tamale, tubs of dried peppers of all variety and beans, beans and more beans, the uses and preparation of which I think you have to born understanding.  I'm sure I could eat like a king if I had only the slightest idea of how to cook this stuff.

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Not many cities can boast of having their very own candy factory but Morelia can.  And not only a factory.  Dulces Morelianos, founded in 1840 and located at 440 Avenida Madero Ote., offers a shop devoted to chocolate desserets, a small cafe, shelf-after-shelf of mouth-watering sweets and a candy museum.

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In the U.S., I have seen lone pedestrians at 2 and 3 in the morning along streets long emptied of traffic, standing patiently on corners waiting for the light to change.  In much of Morelia, such behavior would probably be regarded as proof of insanity.

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