The top photo catches the new rapid transport station, its roof dressed in a bright, almost playful mosaic of colour. Even under the grey wash of evening rain, it glows—tiles and panels catching the light like a scattered palette above the platforms of Taipei Metro. In a city that moves quickly, even its stations seem to dress with a certain theatrical flair.
By the time I reached Raohe Street Night Market, the rain had settled into the evening like a quiet companion. The usual sea of umbrellas and shoulders was thinner tonight. Many stalls stayed shuttered, their metal doors pulled down against the drizzle. Strangely, I liked it better this way. Night markets are famous for their crowds, but I prefer the softer version—the quieter alleys where you can linger, breathe, and actually see the food being made.
The smell of oyster omelette drifted through the damp air. It has always been a childhood favourite of mine. One bite and the years fold back to high school days: after-class hunger, loose coins in a pocket, the thrill of street food sizzling on a hot iron plate. These days the price has climbed steadily, almost luxurious for something so humble. But the magic has never been the oysters or the eggs alone—it is always the sauce, that glossy sweet-savory glaze poured over the top.
Nearby, a stall fried cubes of Stinky tofu until they turned crisp and golden. The smell arrives long before the stall appears—pungent, unapologetic, and oddly comforting. The outside crackles, the inside stays soft, and together they make something impossible to forget. It feels rarer now. Everywhere you look there are glowing signs for Starbucks or McDonald's, as if the global menu has slowly nudged aside some of the older flavours.
And then there is duck blood, simmering patiently in a dark herbal broth. The soup sits on the fire for days, absorbing the deep perfume of Chinese medicine—roots, bark, and quiet bitterness mellowed by time. The cubes are silky and rich, the kind of dish that carries generations of kitchen knowledge in a single bowl. It is the sort of taste you rarely encounter in Australia, something inseparable from the streets and memory of Taiwan itself.
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I was wondering what the first photo was. Glad you explained. There is nothing like street food. Great photos.
ReplyDeleteIt was a brand new installation
DeleteCom la cuina de casa, hi ha pocs llocs on la puguem trobar.
ReplyDeleteEls plats fan molt bona pinta.
Salutacions!
Hearty food
DeleteThe roof is amazing; I have never seen one like it. And the food...I can almost smell it. The oyster omelet looks wonderful. I hope the large international drive-thrus do not replace this regional food!! It is your roots and should be celebrated.
ReplyDeleteIt is a good reminder
DeleteThe food at the night market seems exotic, and both appealing and revolting. I'll pass on the duck's blood soup. I thought your photo was rich chocolate, but no. Love the lights at the transit stop.
ReplyDeleteYikes, I don't know about duck blood, Roentare. It's right up there with eating insects. Sorry, I have a western pallet. 😂. Enjoyed the photos though, and your description of after school hunger and anticipation.
ReplyDeleteI'd probably be poor and weigh a ton.
ReplyDeleteYou will miss the food when you return home.
ReplyDeleteWhy is the Raohe Street Market at night? Do people like doing their shopping at night?
ReplyDeleteYes, that is so relatable: that the smell or the sight of food evokes memories.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I would ever eat street food unless I was starving and there would be nothing else for days :) each to his own on that. Lovely photos however.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a fan of tofu, stinky or not. I don't know why duck blood soup would be any more distasteful than sweetbreads from a cow. I'd try it at least. Perhaps with a red wine powerful enough to stand up to it.
ReplyDelete...food as art, such treasures!
ReplyDeleteI love how you captured the quieter side of the night market, the rain, the scents, and the memories all come together so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteIt is good, but increasingly rare to see localised goods and services. Too often, the global chains impose their brand and local colour is drowned out.
ReplyDeleteTofu is my favourite :-D Lovely photos :-D
ReplyDeleteUna curiosa decoración la del techo del metro de Taipéi. Sobre lo que nos dices que esas grandes cadenas de comida rápida están avasallando esos pequeños negocios de comida tradicional allá donde van.
ReplyDeleteSaludos.
Great shots. Now I am hungry.
ReplyDeleteYummy. How did you know I love food so much. Delicious. I'm hungry now.
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Your description is so beautiful and detailed, I felt like I was there and that I could smell and taste the wonderful food. You know I think you are a magnificent photographer but your writing just soars as well. It certainly did here.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Ginny ... the food...I can almost smell it!
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Oh my. Food is my weakness. I want some of that food. Delicious.
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