Asian Wet Markets

I used to detest going to the market with my mother. Scenes like the one below...



...only made me uncomfortable as I stood far away, curbside, away from my shame of having to be there with my mother and the butcher in the dank, smelly labyrinth of an Asian wet market. Nowadays, I seek it out and revel in its delights, usually haggling with the butcher, making small talk and picking over beautiful pieces of meat and bones.

The horror! I'm turning into my mother.