Suzi took us back to Medina market, this time to move at a slower pace. The first thing we noticed at a slower, browsing pace, was that every shop owner called out for the whites to buy something. In Ghana, if you pick something up to look at it, the expectation is that you will buy it. We didn't see much we wanted to buy in the market, but we were able to get a better feel for it. It is crowded, loud and dirty. How can meat possibly stay good out in the open for hours on end? Mostly, I wanted to remember it through pictures, but my pictures don't capture it at all, and most Africans don't want their picture taken, and it is hard to capture culture when moving in a flow of humans. Stopping means blocking the way. It is better to just keep moving.
Look at the lady below with that large bowl on its side! She is gathering goods to see on the streets.
We were all soaked to our skin with sweat after that market trip. It was so hot and humid! We went to a fabric shop to pick some fabric, then to a seamstress to take final measurements for some skirts and shorts, then home to lay on our beds under the cold AC to recover!
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