A morning at the mercato

Today all the public transport in Rome was on strike – sciopero. That basically means that the whole city stands still and you only move from your doorstep if you absolutely must, as the replacement busses are more theoretical than actually existing. Luckily our profs at uni very sophisticatedly acknowledged that and so today we had no lessons.

Firstly, I am totally confused now, thinking the whole day that it’s Saturday already when it’s not. I was rather surprised when my flatmate came home this afternoon and started to tell me about her day at work – on a Saturday! oh, wait… >.<
But I used my surprise-free morning well and went for a walk on the market just a couple of streets away from my house. The sun was shining and the streets were full of hustle and bustle.


The mercato starts with two stands of clothing, one with “office stuff” like notebooks, tapes, scissors and all kinds of tools and a stand of flowers. In the middle is a stand with cheese and two which offer fresh fish. The market finishes with a stand that sells real Italian leather shoes. But in between are the fruttivendoli. There is literally one fruit and vegetable stand after another – and all sell more or less the same! Bell peppers cost 1 euro at every stand and the merchants shout the same offers. And it’s not like three or four, it must be at least twenty!

Honestly, I have no idea how the whole concept can be anywhere near economically successful, but apparently it works. I guess it’s one of the cases that make perfect sense if you ask an Italian, but for the rest of the world are an unsolved mystery! XD

The rest of the morning I spent finishing the birthday present for my flatmate, eating some of the cookies I baked yesterday, doing some housewife-y duties in order to avoid studying and receiving a long and lovely Skype call from London.

Still pondering about the market-mystery,

XX, Angie