Why a Market‑Hopping Weekend Beats a Boring Stay‑cation
Last Saturday, I spent three hours in a street market that sold 12 varieties of cheese, 8 different breads, and a stall that had a live goat. By the time I left, my wallet was lighter, my taste buds were thrilled, and I had learned that a good market can be a micro‑culture tour in a single block…
