…things I saw at the Tuesday Market: vibrant red tomatoes and mounds and mounds of fried pork skins…used lawn mower parts…shovels, axes, and hoes…psychedelic neon-color chicks (chicks with beaks, not hips)…sacks of corn, beans, seeds, and rice…jeans, shirts, and shoes…machetes and boiling pots of meat parts…tables of greasy tools and tables of gaudy cellphone covers…fish in mobile aquariums for pets and fish being filleted…strings and strings of chorizo…lechuga y otro verduras and mortar and pestles…tortilla makers and gordita makers…men walking around selling aprons, men walking around pulling carts stacked high with remote controls…tables and tables of vibrantly colored bunches of cilantro and green onions…pirated and dubbed DVD’s…pots, pans, pottery, and potatoes..peppers! and pots of camarones…taxis, and old, loud Americans…bags of tree roots; for the treatment of diabetes, and for the treatment of the prostate, and for the treatment of the bones (arthritis)…belts for cars and belts for waists…old car parts…sockets, socks, and sacks of seed…food kitchens, in niches between booths to feed vendors… young people, old people, fat people, small and really small fat young and old people…