Something always strikes me about Campo de’ Fiori when I manage to be there during “clean up time.” I guess it’s the jarring contrast between the postcard-perfect flowery market scene in the morning and the crazy-ass aftermath of garbage strewn about like confetti after New Years.
It’s such an interesting time to be at the market. My friends would say it’s gross, but since I’m rarely over there, to me it’s kind of strangely fascinating.
I could get all philosophical and say that everything has its attractive side and its ugly side.
So much work goes into the daily setting-up and breaking-down of the market itself.
Here are the unsung heroes: