The writer recalled that as a boy visits his grandfather did with the noisy market on Monday. On a beautiful chronicle that I reread this morning, Picon Salas indelibly stamped the wondrous joy of those visits. In his lines are still alive, both children of the great essayist Merida, like many meats that make up the irreplaceable cosmogony of the markets. Astonished, I go back to a party that includes the way to the square with greetings that each step is leaving his grandfather on a display of grace and courtesy. No one denies his chivalrous treatment, not even the harsh civil chief, whose abuses are matched by its barbarity. As always, the vagabond Shiv is now chewing and spitting chimó with rudeness. Grandpa decency leads his reaction: " Thank you, doctor. You are welcome to the Goths, because there are others who are very rude to a . " After responding with elegance not without irony, denying their status as Goth, enters with her grandson through the great door of the market. Arrive at the place where traditions are concentrated in Merida and all its flavors come together. Every Monday the land spreads in this realm of peasant memory has been few fruits. This time they come first to post Placida, whose grandfather runs his best compliments. The grandson later described as "a Ceres de los Andes, modeled on the most refractory clay mixed ." I read the description of the goddess mountainous, with wide hips and indigenous pride, " surrounded by clay pots, sacks of fruit and weaklings in their shells " and immediately associate it with the queen of another market, with which I came across recently. I note again that the old markets were populated by the aristocracy itself. Before illustrating that certainty with the example I have just announced, see the good that today offers lush Placida: Guam " combs in general that seem ; the Guáimaros suckers ... they are the sweetest " and " this badea to have it serve with wine and sugar, and cool . " All that you buy the grandfather and also asks Placida weaklings to be savoring the grandson of the road.
associated with the goddess of the Merida market fervently Mariano Picon Salas recalled in Journey to the dawn? With the market Dona Antigua, unnamed but described with accurate adjectives for Luis Cardoza y Aragón in his beautiful book Guatemala: the lines of your hand . She makes the most delicious food in the city (a city he loves, of course, by the Venezuelan intellectual admirable). Is fat and short. Always between the smell of herbs and meat, ruling the set as a drummer, " sometimes with arms akimbo, like a queen ."
tell-me-of the deity of the markets. I have seen it one morning in Carupano, surrounded by fish and shellfish, majestic and happy. All exude joy and lavish blessings ... Returning to the pages of Don Mariano, we see that under the protection of the goddess, the path of most satisfaction afforded him Monday, jumped from Placida to the sharpener, sharpener and ropes seller ties, and finally, the the fabulous sandals manufacturer saddler. With effusion writes: "Of all the arts Merida love this manly art of saddlers ... those who stand as pulpits this work free of their chairs shocking ..."
The writer concludes his tour. Near the door to the street Lora, call your attention to the horse, a spirited merchandise is also offered in this colorful paradise of his childhood.
