Because I grew near a public market, I have certain affinity with it. The trucks making early delivery (I am not talking about large corporations but cooperatives or the farmers themselves), all the activity which dies down by noon, the smell of the fondas (small food stands), the carcass of an animal and the butchers chopping them into the different cuts, the nearby seafood market with the (literally) catch of the day and so on. Vancouver’s Chinatown offers a so-so substitute and most of the farmer’s markets fall short. Which now brings the best known market in Vancouver: Granville Public Market in Granville Island.
