telma zpe

This project comes from the indignation I feel each time I, now, visit the market. It was the workplace of my grandparents, since its inauguration in 1959. There are several memories that I have of this space, it was always very mysterious for me. I remember sitting on the balcony admiring the giant water lily that had been born in the claustral bowl and meeting new people - some more peculiar than others.

However, as I grew up, the market was no longer having its original purpose, it was neglected and started to have punctual purposes; as the arabic market in the Feira Medieval, handicraft fair in Imaginarius and one or other celebration like the Beer Festival.

For me, and certainly for my grandparents, it is sad that the market wich was a place for meetings and daily reunions has fallen into oblivion.