Abundance abounded @ La Boqueria market. Busy lunchtime tapas bars neighbored fish mongers’ icy tableaus. Fruit and veg sellers stacked their bounty in a precarious landscape of edible hillsides. Shiny olive tapenades and caper salads glistened in gleaming white bowls. Butchers cracked bones and hacked flesh upon thick boards, and arranged macabre dioramas of suckling pigs and skinned baby lambs under cover of their glass cases. The heady scent of blood and bone, and the chickens—their beaked faces and combed heads just as they’d been on the yard the day before—served as a grisly reminder of the connection between our food and its source.
La Bouqueria
Barcelona, Spain
June 2008
