If you need ingredients for lunch today, where will you buy them? Will you buy them from a wet market that is slippery, fowl smelling, and festering with flies? Ew! You'd say. Who would want to do that? If prices are competitive, you'd rather buy them in a place that's dry, clean, cool and fresh smelling. Poor market vendors could not compete. Even our marketing styles have improved through the years. New ways of doing things are evolving. We are getting more and more civilized, I suppose. People's manners are getting better and our society is moving ahead fast.
Fish is fish no matter where we buy them. Whether we buy them from a white uniformed sales clerk, or a half naked fish vendor in the wet market. Sometimes, When I enter the wet market, and observe for a little while, I try to reminisce the times when there were no other ways of going to market. With the advent of supermarkets and malls, I was one of those who welcomed the change from native baskets to pushcarts and plastic biodegradable shopping bags.
As a little girl, my mother used to bring me to market. It seemed fun and exciting! As I grew older, and have become a mother myself, I brought my daughter to this old market. She seemed to be going into an alien world. She did not complain, but she never accompanied me to the market again. You could just guess which market she'd rather go to.
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