Apt isn’t an abbreviation for the word “apartment,” but the name of a town with a pretty neat weekly market. This market is huge! We arrived to find the portable stalls set up and ready for business. Rambling from stall to stall, street to street, we shopped. Lost and dizzy, I’m torn that if I linger too long at this stall I will miss out on the next market treasure. The food, fresh fish, colorful produce, fabric goods, flowers, herbs, toiletries, and perfume abound! Those fish are so fresh! Are they winking at me? Where am I? “Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more.” The quality of the produce is fresh-cut. There is family pride in the workmanship of the eats and goods. There is a friendliness and excitement in sharing what the traders have worked so hard to produce. As the sun heats up, temperatures rise as we try to take it all in. In only three more hours and this whole circus will shut down, fold up and be packed into trailers. This has been going on for 900 years, there is a pretty good chance it will be here waiting for you to visit when you come.