I used to hate going to the market because it smells and is generally dirty and gross. But today I found it more amusing than revolting. Something about my grandma going to the market is cute and funny. It's kind of like the Queen of England descending from her floating cloud castle to mingle with the street urchins. Fun times.
So, the market. Kind of like the Santa Monica Farmer's Market, right?
Right...
Kind of...
Actually, no.
Not really...
Not really...at all.
It starts out friendly enough...
The flower lady!
Fruits!
Vegetables!
Fishes!
Top o' the Mornin', Mr. Crab!
Hello, Flu-Infested Chickens!
Hello...Bag of Frogs...
Hey...where...are you taking...Mr. Frog...?
AHHHhhHHhhHHH!!!!!!
MR. FROG!!!!!
ohhh noooooo!!!! (yes the nice man did just rip their skins clear off.)
Eeeeeekkkk!!!!!!
Hmmmmm....
AHHhHHhHhHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT??!?!?!?!
So...the Hong Kong street market...not quite the same as 3rd St. Promenade on a warm sunny Sunday...
Time for dinner!
Woww that's Gross!!!
ReplyDeleteNow I know why I don't eat meat...!
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I miss HK, despite the poor little froggies getting decapitated. Yummy food. Good times.
ReplyDeleteI am off to the SM Farmer's Market with Emma as we speak.
that was disturbing....i may never eat again...or for the next two days at least...thank u
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