I guess I have an acceptably morbid curiosity for the hanging carcasses and live chickens, knowing that I don't actually eat any of the end products. And entering the market would surely only confirm my status as a vegetarian. Cindy's fear of chickens however, apparently called alektorophobia, overshadowed any natural curiostiy and she had to wait outside.
First photo opp: walls of meat hanging on hooks, illuminated by pinkish incandescent lightbulbs to enhance, we hope not feign, the look of freshness.
Second photo opp: a live chicken, selected by one of the shoppers, being shoved into a guillotine-esque metal funnel.
We all turned our heads in horror, imagining what was about to happen, but Larry reassured us that the contraption was simply a scale and that all of the unmentionables of how the chicken goes from screeching, feathered creature to dinner, all goes on in the back of the market. Tim however, still a little hesitant, warns me as I reassure him, "If that chicken's head falls off right now, I am going to kill you."
Probably a good call Cindy.
Safely out of the meat and poultry market, we stop to browse the medicinally beneficial dried goods at the herbalist.
We discover that a medicinal benefit of dried deer penis is its aphrodisiac effect. Mmmm, deer penis soup, couldn't think of anything more romantic.