Each morning on a street not far from the Palace of the Winds in Jaipur, you can find a thriving specialty market where village milk men bring their milk to be bought and traded. There are no stalls except a few tea carts, and no signs. You must know where you are going, but the uniforms of white and black will quickly center your search. Locals bring their own containers and tasting and haggling are a genial affair. By 9:30am the milk is all sold and the market fades away into normal street traffic.
The local milk market takes place on a busy street with no markings or defined stalls. Nevertheless, the market has been running for so many years each farmer has a roughly defined space.
Locals bring their own containers and once they’ve negotiated a price, the milk men pour the agreed amount into that container.
After each container from the farm is emptied it is washed to be brought home and refilled that night.
Secondary industries support the milk market, including a tea seller.
As business begins to slow for the morning, two men relax over a cigar.
A milk man rests after a busy morning.
A group of milk men rest now that their work is done and watch the traffic increase as locals head to offices and open shops in busy Jaipur.
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