It is funny, with the market here. It covers several blocks, and is partly made up of wooden stalls where they sell vegetables and other food, but also of rows of permanent cement structures. What makes it funny, is that about half of the market is made up of establishments dedicated to selling parts of or entire motorcycles or bicycles, or to repairing them. Everyone drives a motorcycle here, even the fine, made up women in tight-fitting dresses and perfect hairdos.
The rest of the market sells everything from shampoo to dried fish, vegetables, mountains of colorful flip-flops and imaginatively patterend fabrics, as well as tailors in tiny stalls sowing away at (what I imagine to be) amazing dresses for the fine women on the motorcycles.
At every corner, a woman is sitting with a pan over a flame, deep-frying bean or millet dough dumplings or plantains.
And picking up the leftovers from both fast food makers and vegetable sellers are the resident sheep.
Katja Malmborg 