marketperiphery

If you leave Taipei's Chientan subway station and follow the crowd you will find yourself drawn into the sprawling luminous chaos and hubbub of Shihlin Night Market. Passing through a cacophony of overlapping sonic bubbles - fuzzy music from numerous cheap stereos, microphone amplified vendor pitches, animated bargaining processes, and the anomalous sonorous tolling of a buddhist mendicant's bell - you enter into ever narrower spaces of increasing turbular density which swirl with strange smells, events, and interchanges. Streets give way to alley ways tightly packed with heterogenous merchandise: spices, flowers, clothes, mobile phones, pets and above all street food. Donuts, sweet pies, dumplings, noodles, grilled squid, fresh fruit, fried vegetables, trays of assorted sausages and roasted animal parts (occasionally recognizable by their necks and feet) compete for attention with local delicacies such as the infamous 'stinky tofu,' glazed tomato kebabs, and mysterious tiny seashells

If you leave Taipei's Chientan subway station and follow the crowd you will find yourself drawn into the sprawling luminous chaos and hubbub of Shihlin Night Market. Passing through a cacophony of overlapping sonic bubbles - fuzzy music from numerous cheap stereos, microphone amplified vendor pitches, animated bargaining processes, and the anomalous sonorous tolling of a buddhist mendicant's bell - you enter into ever narrower spaces of increasing turbular density which swirl with strange smells, events, and interchanges. Streets give way to alley ways tightly packed with heterogenous merchand