One of our favorite outings when we were in Curaçao for the wedding was visiting the marketplace!

Tropical fruit is an immense thing to behold, and it doesn’t seem to matter how efficient our system is for transporting fruits across country-lines, it just never tastes the same. We had some spectacular mangos that just fell right off the skin (not at all like from our local NYC markets), a very tasty sharp and sweet pineapple which tickled my tongue, and lots and lots of papaya. Plantains also played a delightful role in our trip and were phenomenally served with almost every meal.

Evan and I bought some cinnamon to bring home and below is a picture of our dreamy friend Ben buying cane sugar.

The last picture really demonstrates Curaçao’s colonization. Still owned by the Dutch, there are these derivative stretches of Amsterdam-esque streets painted colorfully in Curaçao style. They are both stunning and surreal.
Still a bit more beachy romance to come on Curaçao, and then back to the grind…