COLOMBIA | Monday, 1 July 2013 | Views [896] | View Smaller Image
On a Thursday morning in Malaga, Colombia, if one is not prompt, the market will disappear as though it was never there at all. The cover of great smells and flavors is gone and you suddenly find yourself not standing in the dreamy view of smiling merchants, but in the reality of the Malaga matadero. The local slaughterhouse is up and running.
