A short ride in a pedicab brought me to Dalah's market. I feel like I've been visiting the local market in every town I've visited for the past few years. That's okay. The local market is a great place to feel the local energy.
I get off the pedicab and walk into the market. The market was covered with a roof, but there were no lights and it was dimly lit. As I wandered around, not knowing how to get around, I found myself in an open area with no roof. There were many baskets lined up along the aisle, and in every basket, there were piles of eggs. This was the fresh egg section.
There were no refrigeration facilities here. Eggs sold in Myanmar, a warm country without air conditioning, must get damaged quickly. I guessed that the raw eggs displayed here would be sold out soon. The locals seem to consume quite a lot of eggs every day.
The owner, a woman, was standing beside a table piled high with eggs separated by the color of their shells. When she noticed my camera, she smiled at me. If you look closely, you can see that the woman's shirt is covered with egg-like round objects printed all over it. I don't know if the woman was wearing such a shirt with her product in mind, but it looked like appropriate attire for someone selling eggs.
|Dec 2018 MYANMAR PEOPLE|
|DALAH EGG MARKET SMILE WOMAN|
December 29, 2018
January 17, 2022
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