To market, to market.

Where quality goods are had.

Our second morning in Baku Molly headed to church while Frances, Evan, and I caught a bus to the local market.

First stop was breakfast at a hole in the wall. I always get a little nervous in new restaurants. Especially when the proprietors don’t speak English and you don’t really know how it all works. Thankfully we had Evan and his friend Kent to lead the way.

We ate an egg and tomato dish served with white cheese and cucumbers. An interesting combination, but super delicious. (I pretended the eggs weren’t eggs and just went for it).

Next, we wandered a bit about the market where you can buy basically anything ranging from fruits, meats, and dried goods to hardware and junk from people’s houses. Treasures abound.

Behold:

The way back from the market we bumped into these dapper gentlemen who were kind enough to pose for a picture. Too bad they wouldn’t smile with their mouthful of gold teeth.