Markets make food social. The realtional filters into this very first and necessary encounter, in the "one pound the kilo ladies and gentleman!" there is already exchange. How much relies the quality the buy on the relationship with the seller! Make your butcher your best friend, essential condition for success.
In Brazil we attended to two very different types of markets: the real market and the stage market. With real I don't intent to question the palpability of the latter, but only try to lighten the last purpose of both: at the real market people sell, people buy; on the other hand, the stage market is a sort of exhibition of typical products (or forcedtypicalizations), with a clear gringo trap aim, and therefore, fake-friend-sellers and generous prices.
In Rio I was lucky enough to find the real one, where I had a nice foreigner feeling which suggested me that that market would work without tourists. Lots of flies, not that much noise and locals. Brazilians like to exhibit meat hanging; maybe they find that gravity embellishes muscles, I don't know, but it reminds me of an Adriana Varejão piece, included in the pictures above.
São Paulo's market, indoors, is of the stage-market kind. Even myself, woman of the world trained on swindles, swallowed the bait and ended up paying a lot of money for a single piece of fruit. Mind you, so exotic!