Most Fridays and during some special events, the zocalo in Oaxaca turns—like Alcala, the steps leading to Monte Alban, the area surrounding Tule, etc.—into a marketplace where vendors display loads of jewelry, clothing, bags, and knickknacks. Those hawking their wares often call out that the items are handmade and/or almost free. I wander through stealing pictures as I go, capturing the incredible abundance and color.
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