Tarascon – the Maman of markets

Each market in France seems to have its own personality. It’s odd, because often, I see the same vendors in different market squares on different days, and yet they slide into each market puzzle seamlessly. The markets are faces of a partially solved Rubik’s cube, the vendors its coloured squares. Sometimes they are neat, symmetrical,…

Dubai Kitsch

“No Photos!” she says. Why? The place is dark and dusty, unkempt as a mythical toymaker’s workshop. The advertising for this place is forlorn, and with a name like Fakih Collections (which does not phonetically sit very well in English), I wonder how anybody has taken the effort to find out about this place at…