Food · Travel
Seville before the heat: a morning in the markets
By half past seven the stalls at Triana are already stacked with figs and peaches. The el mercado/meɾˈka.ðo/ · A2market smells of oranges and coffee, and nobody is in a hurry yet.
I ask for two kilos and the woman behind the counter laughs, she still wraps them in yesterday’s paper. By ten, the queue reaches the bridge and the is gone.
Walk back along the river while the shade still covers the far bank.