Almost every town has its own Trznica (Terz'-neetsa, with the 'z' sounding like the 's' in 'measure'), or market. Most have a simple roof over a courtyard area, open to the Agean air. To one with an artistic eye, they were simply paintings on a living canvas - one that included brilliant shades of colour, aromas of sea and earth and sky, and a living canvas of ever-changing produce and places and human drama.
The fish markets were also fun to explore. Most of those critters were entirely unfamiliar to me. I love seafood, and live 2000 miles from the sea - so to poke around at the fishmongers' hang-out and see the daily catch, different each market day, was an exciting novelty!
Here at home, I don't go to our local 'Farmer's Markets' much because I grow all of my own produce in my own garden. There definitely are no homemade cheeses or freshly-caught fish to sample. There isn't the babble of languages and community of such a range of cultures to rub up against, either.
When you have the chance to travel, don't always 'eat out'. Take the time to mingle at the market.
You may just develop a market mania, yourself!