The Postscript: Wrong about papayas
THE FRUIT LADY HAS my number.
One of the things I like in Mexico— and other countries we have visited in the past—is buying fruits and vegetables from a stand, run by a family. I love wandering through the market, looking at all the unfamiliar things, and asking questions.
“Is this for today or for tomorrow?” I ask in Spanish, wondering if it is ripe enough to eat immediately. The fruit vendors…