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Here in Valencia the famous covered food market, or 'Mercado Central de Valencia', is a place to behold. It is one of the oldest food markets in Europe, presenting isle by isle of stacked pork, fish, tea, fruit and so on. It is a lovely feast for the eyes; a kaleidoscope of colour and temptation.
I bought some unsalted cured bacalao (cod) to munch on like a packet of crisps, the intense flavour moistens the eyes. Lovely!
For the casual wonderer it is worth looking up from the stacks of pork to look at the mosaics that cover the ceiling and light portals in the roof. The combinations of colours refract around the room and change depending your perspective.
I considered taking a leg of jamon Iberico back to London but had to consider this would constitute my hand luggage and a pigs hoof poking out of the compartment above may not be too attractive to my fellow passengers!
Needless to say, this excursion has produced a thirst and hunger but luckily it was not far to stroll for the next round of imbibing and degustation.
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