I see the same fruits and vegetables at every market in China, but I take the pictures anyway. Each time I look at a bunch of carrots, or a pile of chilis, what I see at the end of the lens is different. The colors, the shapes, the arrangements bring back the smells of the market and the people who sell there.
Although we have weekend farmers' markets in the States, they are poor substitutes for Chinese markets, like painted black and white photos. They seem like an attempt to emulate the real thing, but without the loud yelling, ripe smells, throngs of people, haze of smoke and bright, carefree smiles. They leave me feeling a little empty. I yearn for the original, those markets that take me back in time and make me happy.
I hope that you will join me in China and discover a true farmer's market!