It seems like everywhere I go, some of my favorite places are always open markets. I can’t explain how these messy, hectic and often smelly city spots lure me in every time, but I can give for a fact that whatever country I visit, local markets are the first thing I ask for.
I’ve never been disappointed with open fairs, their flaunted ordinariness makes them intriguing, their primeval modesty is their appeal, and Lebanese stalls, both in Sour (Tyre) and Saida (Sidon), lived up to my expectations. Big time.
In perfect line with the country’s conflicting style, also its markets show a clash of emotions, and just beside hijab shops we can easily find lingerie displays. Whether you want to buy a chador or a bellydancing outift, you don’t need to go far, everything is within arm’s reach from each other, standing together with no apparent discomfort, making it possible to see young ladies wrapped up in a see-through sheath dress exchanging tips with abayah-clad dowagers.
Tangy spices, clouds of sheesha-released flavored smoke and evocative attires are only some of the scenes that will unfold before your eyes when you go out looking for grocery in Lebanon.
For more pictures on Tyre and Sidon local markets, head over to the Flickr set I devoted to it.