Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The Shuk and I


Could this be the first time I am writing about my love?
My Friday afternoon ritual of winding my way past vendors of sweet smelling herb and spices...live vertebrates flailing in the air, luscious strawberries for 5 shekels...old men drinking Turkish coffeee...The vegetable man with his cigarette ashing over the produce...his hands stained with hard labour...
I know exactly which merchants to buy the quality produce from...they nod at me...these characters are larger than life...staright out of a comic book with features exaggerated in order to capture the authenticity of a bargain in the shuk.
My senses are saturated...and sometimes you have to sit down...in a coffee shop like Mizrachi for a Limonana...or pause by oily baklava for a sample...
There's change as well...the Art Gallery with all it's bric-a-brac has closed...an Aroma cafe has commercialised the open shuk...
The people hustle and bustle and I feel like I am participating in a communal exercise. I am just like them...feeding a family...rushing before Shabbat to get Challot...
It's so attractive....It's like a heart beat....a signal that the people are alive

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

The shuk and I + susie

5:28 AM  
Anonymous Mar Gavriel said...

Yes, I love the shuk.

I'm back in New York now. I miss the shuk.

8:50 PM  

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