It’s Saturday. It’s market day. We hop on the Number 1. Buses, taxis, cars, vans, and people fill Melville Street. All the stands are open. Smiling Grenadians call out to each other.

We are regulars. “Mornin’ Mornin,” I greet Donna as I order my fry bake. She smiles as she gives me a Johnny cake with salt fish. Yum! Yum!

We are regulars. We check out the fish market for the catch—tuna, snapper, hine, swordfish, and sometimes shark. We chat with the men as they skin fish. I smile as I say, “Mornin’ Mornin.” I’ll be back.” Our vendor says, “I’ll save your fish.”

We are regulars. We weave our way down Melville Street to look for watermelon. The children greet us with big grins and giggles. We buy luscious red melon.

We are regulars. I stop to say “Good Morning” at my favorite stands. We buy the fruits and vegetables in season-----breadfruit, mango, avocado, mandarins, oranges, grapefruit, limes, lemons, plantains and figs, coconuts, seasoning peppers, papaya, watermelon, callaloo greens, eggplant, pumpkin. Provision—starchy root vegetables such a sweet potato, tania, callaloo—is always in season. We carry full bags.

We walk through the tunnel. We walk past fishing boats along the carnage. We watch vessels off load cargo at the commercial dock. We hop on the Number 1.

We are regulars. It’s Saturday. It’s market day.