The market is very much a part of the tourist trail, and it's not hard to see why.  It's packed to the gills with all the ephemera tourists like to take home.  Right down to 'kiss me quick' hats.

In a funny sort of way, it's quite a sad place.  It was all a bit tired and tawdry.  The people selling stuff were to some degree trying to make themselves look like traditional Cypriots.  And failing badly. 

Traditional Cypriots drive BMWs and wear fashionable jeans.  This lot didn't.

Most of the market was given over to traditional tourist tat.  There were some fruit and vegetables, but only tired looking examples.  I couldn't help but compare what was for sale here with the real fruit market (the one real Cypriots go to) on the corner of Agapinoros and Priamou.

The few tired looking oranges compared badly with the produce that is sold in Cyprus. 

Before we moved here, I'd forgotten how good real fresh fruit and vegetables taste.  They might look terrific in Tesco, but in Paphos they haven't flown half way round the world and they taste GOOD.

But I digress.  The Municipal Market kept me entertained for an hour.  I made it a study in shapes, colours and strong diagonals.  I'm happy with the pictures, but I won't bother with the market again.

To see the pictures, check out my Gallery of Paphos Municipal Market.