The weather has been awful, or I’d be out taking more pictures…apologies for that lack. The weather gods gave us nothing yesterday, which didn’t stop these hardy souls above from visiting the butcher in the market, but today dawned gloriously. Grocery list in hand, we headed into town to push and shove our way through the World of Vendors.

The Cabbage Queen.

Away from the crowd, man to man chat.

The family is ready to roll.

Fresh every morning.

There’s nobody pickier than a Taiwanese housewife sorting through a pile of produce.

The garlic truck was surprisingly lonely today.

Treats for new year.

I never stopped being amazed by the ability of even the smallest towns to generate swarms of people. People just poured into the market, and none seemed to leave.

Another round of fried foods laid out for customers.

Hard bargains for a happy holiday.

Dried mushrooms, perhaps from nearby Hsinshe.

The Crowd.

The Candyman.

Salesgirls Gone Wild.

Row after row of motorcycles.

Faces in a Crowd.

The old ladies often have great prices.

Wax apples, one of my favorite fruits.

Prepared chicken makes a great quick lunch.

Loud marketing methods.

The crowds swell and swell.

A woman has a sharp word for a motorcycle driving too fast.

“How much did you want, ma’am?”

Home grown veggies.

Sea slugs, for a high class new year celebration.

The thousand yard stare.

A vendor always has time for a chat.

Ma and Siew look down on town. Note that the first line says they will not sell out Taiwan — a common accusation against Ma — while the second promises retirement pensions for farmers.

Dickering over envelopes.

The remains of the day.

Guess who’s coming to dinner?