The Tlacolula Sunday Market is a very huge, very traditional
tiangui (street market). The people shopping there fall into two camps: wide eyed tourists (like myself) and indigenous Zapotec folk. The men were all in their button-down shirts and straw cowboy hats and the women in skirts and aprons with a head scarf and two long beribboned braids. The women are very short and stout. They are like Tolkienian dwarves (without the beards -- most of them). At one point one lady walked past me, staring up at me in horror at my immense height. She was about waist high to me -- 46 inches. My 9-year-old was taller.
The Tlacolula Sunday Market is a very huge, very traditional tiangui (street market). The people shopping there fall into two camps: wide eyed tourists (like myself) and indigenous Zapotec folk. The men were all in their button-down shirts and straw cowboy hats and the women in skirts and aprons with a head scarf and two long beribboned braids. The women are very short and stout. They are like Tolkienian dwarves (without the beards -- most of them). At one point one lady walked past me, staring up at me in horror at my immense height. She was about waist high to me -- 46 inches. My 9-year-old was taller.
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