It’s hard to describe most open-air markets as tranquil, certainly not markets in the Middle East. People often walk with a purpose when visiting the market, they hardly stroll. Between the hustle and bustle of shoppers crowding the pavement and vendors actively seeking buyers in an effort to sell their goods, there’s too much excitement going on for shopping in a souq to be deemed relaxing. Even the vibrant colors of spices, produce or knickknacks dangling from windows scream for attention.
For a moment though while visiting the spice market on Levinsky Street in Tel Aviv, known as Shuk Levinsky, I was lost in thought. These pictures collectively capture some of the quieter moments standing at the entrance of a few small shop fronts. The images blend together and somehow reflect my disposition at that moment. I was pondering the origin of markets and trying to conjure up the history of the spice trade. Alas, my thoughts set sail on a long journey back in time. For a moment though I allowed myself to just revel in the simple and enjoy the sights, the sounds and the scents of strolling through the spice market.