Market Faces from the interior of Venezuela

When I was traveling in the interior of Venezuela, in the province of Sucre, I had the opportunity to visit a local Saturday market.  The town is not even on the map so I have no idea as to where I was. As the locals were all very suspicious of my new camera, I had to literally bribe them, as seen in the picture to the right, to let me photograph them.  I had no problem with this as I considered it a very fair exchange.  They needed the money and I needed the photograph.

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Despite all of this, most children are quite happy and were overjoyed to have their picture taken.  These children just loved seeing their playback images.  I did not have to bribe them at all but I did buy something from each of their mothers.

 

The white child on the bottom row is a French lad whose mother refuses to cut his golden curls.  He was in our group and was rather wistful at the entire situation.

 

CHILDREN OF THE WORLD

INNOCENT OF THE CRIMES MALE PRIESTS HAVE

          BROUGHT UPON YOU

I PRAY THAT YOU MAY NEVER TRULY UNDERSTAND

         THE RELIGIOUS GREED

THAT DUPED  YOUR WORLD TO THIS LEVEL

The Flower lady actually wanted for me to buy her flowers - not to take her photograph.  When I convinced her that I would love to buy her flowers but would she not like to have her photo taken?  Reluctantly, she let me.  You can see the misgivings she has.  It was very difficult to carry on a conversation with the rural Venezuelans as their dialects are so hard to understand and my Spanish is quite elementary.  Still, they are lovely people but terribly plagued by poverty.  I don't think that Chevaz's message reaches them.  In this village there was no school.

The woman in this photograph looks quite helpless. To me she is signifying her despair by the upraising of her arms.  I bought quite a lot of vegetables from her.  There but for the grace of god - - -

This little boy followed me for nearly an hour.  He was barefoot and so sorrowful.  I finally decided that what he wanted was money.  He didn't particularly care about the photograph.  But when I showed him his picture he smiled - and scratced his head.  I couldn't resist that one.