Otavalo market

Sun, 2011-07-10 03:02
09. July 2011
The whole square is packed with stalls, a labyrinth of woollen ponchos, capes and shawls, alpaca blankets, hats of all colours, embroidered bags.
People are bustling around everywhere, buying and selling, joking and talking, eating and feeding babies. Shabby dogs squeeze themselves in, trying to steal a mouthful for themselves. The market is divided in zones; one side of the square is inhabited by the food stalls. Heaps of beans and corn are spread on the bare earth, little black clad Indigenous women sitting between, selling by the ounces. Raw chicken are piled on a small table, and a pig’s head is dangling from a pole.
The other side of the square is occupied by the artists and jewellers. Young women of undefined age, in their traditional costumes, white skirt, shawl and black men’s hat, stare longingly to the stacks of golden necklaces, status symbol and bank account, while their spouses sourly calculate the worth of their love. Today the gold has been replaced by metalized glass pearls, and Otawalo has become one of the tourist hotspots. But for the people from the local villages the Saturday market still is the most important day of their week.


0° 14' 32.586" N, 78° 15' 12.798" W