making a face outside of the International Farmer’s Market
After eating food while abroad, my taste palette will never be the same. Fortunately, I live in the U.S. where all the flavors of the world melt together. In addition, the International Farmer’s Market is nearby where I live in Georgia. When I left Vietnam, I thought I’d never be able to taste a sugarcane drink again. I was wrong. Although there was a “no photography” sign by the door, I snuck a few photos when no one was looking. I must apologize for the quality or ingenuity of the photos since I did have to snap them quickly when the workers’ backs were turned.
Rows of vegetables from all around the world, whole fish on ice, and herbs from the far East lined the shelves for the chefs and adventurous home cookers. I always have an urge to take pictures when photography is banned.