In the old days the market place in Mapusa was busy only on the day it is best known for – the famous ‘Friday Bazaar’ day. But now every day seems like a Friday.
After circling around for about 15 minutes one can eventually find a parking spot. One can barely nudge in between two scooters if luck is on your side. Some people realize it is a wise decision in not using a car to get there.
There are hawkers everywhere – at the entrance to the market and on the pavements too. The walkways are full of a huge new variety of merchandise. Half-clad white tourists with a local in tow roam around the crowded bazaar. Women in mini-skirts and big fat sweating men in shorts with huge bare bellies wander amidst local folks.
There are hawkers everywhere – at the entrance to the market and on the pavements too. The walkways are full of a huge new variety of merchandise. Half-clad white tourists with a local in tow roam around the crowded bazaar. Women in mini-skirts and big fat sweating men in shorts with huge bare bellies wander amidst local folks.
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