Few places offer the flavor of a place quite like a bustling market. Though many cities have so-called markets, many are actually touristy hubs packed with kitschy stuff and overpriced food vendors. The key to a genuine marketplace, in my opinion, is an overabundance of people from the local neighborhood filling their canvas tote bags with produce and men in business suits sitting knee-to-knee chowing down on the local fare.
It was this kind of atmosphere I found at the St. Lawrence Market in Toronto (in Ontario, Canada). Lines at the seafood and ethnic food joints snaked between the kiosks. Olives, cheeses, coffee beans and spices were contained in colorful piles, tempting shoppers to buy in bulk. Men in soggy aprons scraped scales off of fish and cut generous hunks of red meet. Sweet, fresh pastries beckoned.