Market is by definition a lively place, crowded with several weird people, some of who are actually freaks. Lights, sounds, cries, colours, smells of food and incense. For this reason this place was a real godsend, delicious food for my eyes which are always in search of the bleakness that is left by men. Going round like a ghost in this market which in the Summer is rich in traffics and people, while in wintertime is completely abandoned. Just like those love stories that last no more than one summer.
Text and images © Ettore Moni