On Saturday we went to Szeged to visit Györgyi’s mom for her 62nd birthday and to enjoy the sunny weather. Our first stop was at the Szeged Piac (market) for some fresh flowers.
The market in Szeged is quite similar to those around Budapest, but there are notably fewer young people walking the aisles, especially around 8am, which is about the time we were there.
I’ve always thought about Budapest as a generous, old woman. It’s a city of old women, it seems, from the parks to the riverfront walkways. From women gossiping window to window on the backstreets to scarf-covered market goers.
But it occurred to me that Szeged, especially this particular market, is absolutely reminiscent of this. Old women vendors. Old women market-goers.
Not that there aren’t any men.
We saw a few having a drink near the entrance, a man and a cat at the grainery, and we even accidentally bumped into Györgyi’s brother, Zoltan who was shopping for veggies for dinner.
For me it’s such a comfort to be among the market-goers. Some dressed in old coldwar jackets and hats, others weaving bicycles through the aisles, a few with the traditional Hungarian aprons and selling golden apples and potatoes plucked fresh from the Tisza-enriched grounds.
I know, I write about the markets all of the time. This market or that market. But I can’t get enough of the pace there. Saturday morning. First day of Spring. It’s exactly what I want to be doing.