Hypermarket: The Last Place I Want To Be

Until this morning, I never knew that something as frightening as a hypermarket existed. The small market I go to recently renovated. I still haven't found the rice I used to buy. I've been in "super-stores" and find them and their large suburban inhabitants disorienting. A visit to a hypermarket would feature me wandering around mumbling to myself more than I already do.

(A Fred Myer hyperstore in Portland Oregon, click the pic to enlarge)