Sundays Mean Strawberries

The Sunday market at Embajadoras is an espectáculo. We set off from the house with a list and our bags, prepared to be efficient shoppers and stock up on produce for the week, but really, we just enjoy the show. The colors – walking through the market is like walking through the center of a roll of Life Savers – the sounds of people, guitars, dogs, accordions – the smells of fried tortillas and barbecued meat and fresh fruit. Kids walk down the street with ice cream cones and bags of goldfish.

We get a little stunned and wander aimlessly for awhile before we actually do any shopping. And then we want to buy crazy stuff - like giant griddles and armloads of calla lilies.