In modern societies, people have accustomed themselves to shopping farm and dairy produce, meat, and deli in supermarkets, where they quietly pick and put into carts or baskets the goods they want from designated aisles, and check out in cashier lanes.  The cashiers will simply say "Hi" to the customers, and ask whether they need a bag or not, no further communication.  (There are even auto-checkout lanes, and customers only have to deal with machines.)  There are even bigger shopping centers for more varieties of other commodities, like mega shopping malls and plazas.  It's kind of boring in routine life, isn't it? 

Occasionally some conventional "markets" would appear here in the States, for example, flea markets, garage sales, yard sales, and so on.  But the most interesting one is the bazaar held in some blocked street at towntown area, during the weekends.  Usually this kind of bazaars have become an tradition for some towns where the activities taken place annually, and some of them are of charitable nature.  Unlike poker-faced shoppers found in supermarkets, people in the bazaars usually take leisurely walk around the "market" with jovial expression and voice.  Without hawking and haggling over prices, still the air is imbued with laughters from noisy crowds, singing and performing from buskers and percussionists.  Human beings are always wanting in relaxation; maybe bazaar is one of American culture in modern lives.

Yesterday I took my granddaughter to visit the bazaar on a street in the towntown which is not too far from my daughter's.  We had a wonderful afternoon there.