These are the folks at the Tmn Bkt Maluri Morning Market. For years, mom has been buying our groceries from these pleasant people. I remember tagging along when I was a kid - the market seemed so large then.

Where does our generation go to shop for groceries? A place where sellers shout at the top of their voices to attract you to their stalls, a place infused with pungent and aromatic smells, a place with hardly enough room to walk without touching other shoppers, or a place with a checkout counter that plays elevator music instead?

This post is tagged grocery shopping, marketplace, morning market, wet market street photography