September 04, 2010

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Mexico City Market Day 1



I love my job. It's hard work being out here hunting and tracking, but someone has to do it!

No, it really IS hard work. In most cases, the day begins with me not being able to speak the native language. I feel my way through by checking prices, quality, getting ideas on how I could use something. It's easier for me because my philosophy is to buy local and in small quantities, and to choose things that reflect the culture—both traditonal and modern. In other words, I wing it. I buy what I like, and at the end of the day, hope it all makes sense. I usually haul everything to my hotel room and lay it out like you would if you just got a Christmas or birthday haul. Then I look at it, photograph it, and try to remember the stories that I learned about how each piece was made or where it was from.

Carlos, my friend and fellow hunter. Sweet shrimp soup and chili's 50 pesos.
I'm feeling pretty good so far on this second day in Mexico City. Job well done, Roni. Off for a Margarita!

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