'Our' market

If I get up early enough, there's the delight of finding a market in our street. A market of almost anything imaginable. Buyers and sellers almost all retired, professional (window) shoppers and bargainers.

I love the ones selling things like this:

Others sell more antique, or jewellery, there's a lady with knitting stuff, a guy with bamboo things, a guy who sells bicycle saddles, leggings, underwear, just anything. This guy sells some type of liquor:

A little further down is where the wet market starts. It lasts all day, no need to get up early for this one.. 

Something I will not stop to wonder about: why are strawberries sold in baskets? In our market, in the supermarket, at the metro station, everywhere I see them, they come in baskets. And it's not just the strawberries. There seems to be a certain way to present products for many things. A this is how we do it way. Makes me feel uncomfortable always. Where's the diversity? 

Delicious, cheap and fresh: tofu, or doufu, in all it's variety. And some seaweed and sprouts. (these too: always sold at the same shop). 

And some veggies for todays lunch. A heaven for the eyes...