On the weekend, the parking garages beneath the highway that leads downtown turn into a market of flowers and art and knickknacks.
Three markets stretch beneath the highway. I don’t know the length of the markets but the flowers, crafts and people provide hours of visual and audible stimulation.
A few days ago, Horatio and I took the morning to stroll up and down the aisles of the markets. My goal, aside from enjoying the beauty and entertainment of the market, was to get a new bracelet for the charm I wear every day. When my grandmother, of blessed memory, passed away, a bracelet of linked flowers was dismantled and distributed to her granddaughters. I like to wear it every day to carry a reminder of her strength and love with me, and the bracelet that I’d had made for it last year at this time was looking a bit dingy. I knew that someone at the market would be able to help me.
After strolling up and down the long markets, Horatio and I returned to the very first stall of the Artists Corner, where we had seen this lovely woman creating a piece of jewelry.
After some back and forth conversation in Mandarin, and lots of gestures and pointing, Horatio and I conveyed what I desired: a basic, but sturdy red string bracelet, that I can safely wear every day.
I watched, while in about ten minutes, she knotted a bracelet that securely holds my treasure from my grandma.
She charged us 100 NT$, a little more than $3 USD, and I walked away happy.