Mention that you’re going to Mercado Corona — that riot of honey, clothing, flowers, uncommon fruit such as black capulines and light green arrayanes, steaming food stands and what-not, all peeking out in glorious disarray from a concrete structure two blocks from Guadalajara’s cathedral — and your friends’ reactions may range from, “It’s a nice place to go ... once” to “Horrible!”
It is true that in this market you rub shoulders — literally — with ordinary folk and that here you are more likely to glimpse a sleeping borracho [drunk] than a well-dressed anorexic, as you might in a tonier mall.
But if it is medicinal herbs you are after, and knowledgeable merchants to instruct you in their use, Mercado Corona is your mecca.
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