I’m unsure, really, going into places like the Cap-Haitian market, if it is fair to call it “the Cap-Haitian market” or is it just “Cap-Haitian” in general. The market sprawls out from a central iron market (common to this part of the world, actually) and fills the streets for many blocks in every direction.
Overwhelming, aggressive, crowded, aromatic. Piles and piles of old shoes have just as much of a place as the potatoes and turnips.
As much as they are notorious for having the best light of anywhere in the world.
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Tonight we sleep. Tomorrow, who knows…
Stay tuned…
-Noah D.
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