If you follow this website, you will know I’m partial to cornucopian markets bursting with fine foods and other delights. Here’s a new description to whet the appetite for such magical human hubs.
The Abkhazian bazaar! Those smells, the sounds … It smells like wine barrels and cornbread, sheep’s cheese, and roasted chestnuts. The subtle scent of cherry plums and tobacco – pressed tobacco leaves. Cheese hanging… matsoni, my favorite yogurt.
And in case you missed it, an example featured earlier.
Source: interview with Olga V., in Svetlana Alexievich, Secondhand Time: The last of the Soviets, trans. by Bela Shayevich (New York: Random House, 2017), p. 239
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