Yep, that is a street! And there are markets every day, in every town, on every street in Madagascar - they set up at five am and are ready to sell by six. Their wares are anything from handmade baskets, boxes, sculptures to fruit and vegetables all beautifully laid out into shapes and patterns, to old car parts and second hand electronics - I could go on ad-infinitum! At six in the evening they pack up and go home, only to be quickly replaced by the night stalls. Braziers are lit and gradually the smell of burning charcoal, and then food begins to pervade the warm tropical air. . .