Midtown Global Market
Friday, September 15th, approximately 11:00am. It was a beautiful, sunny day out, and my gas tank was a couple lines from that little undesirable red E down at the bottom; oh the idea of energy seemed to be lurking everywhere already. I took a while to drive by the market, just looking at the seemingly old exterior of the building, the masses of much smaller buildings around it, and the hussling of vehicles on the streets located around.
Finally reaching a parking space, I couldnt help but to feel belittled by the size of the building alone. Its old looking exterior seemed to have met its fair share of weathering, but as I breached the walls, I was immeadiately shown a different inside. Through the doors, I walked in and found a nicely painted, very friendly looking area welcoming vistors. Several signs directed people, including myself, to their desired location.
Finally, I turned into the market, unsure of what to expect, but soon found it was a gathering of many backgrounds, many of which, stood proudly by their products. Then another sense hit; the scent. It was the smell of many foods all being prepared for what would most likely be another busy day. Many of the stands seemed to either be up and ready for the afternoon rush, or, like the produce section, which appeared to be just finishing their final touches.
The idea of so many restaraunt type fixtures in the building had led me to believe I had come earlier than the actual rush itself. A business needs money to survive, and money seems to only come in the pockets of people. With all these restaraunts around, I couldnt help but to think that there must be a large flow of people that come through here daily. A flow, which I ended up being too early for, but I was kind of thankful I had the extra time to look around instead of being pushed along.
A low flow of people seemed to have already trickled in while I was there though. Mostly grandparents, along with other adults, and even young children as well. A gathering of many generations, who all probably enjoyed the environment as well.
The place overall seemed very friendly, and enjoyable, but inevidably made me hungry. This outting had made me more aware of not only the energy about a place, but the energy that fuels us, gets us around, and makes that energy about a place possible.