Friday is the day Puerto de Mogán wakes up. The market sets up around ten and runs until roughly two, when stalls start packing away, so the morning is yours. Wander the whitewashed lanes with their arches and trailing flowers and you'll pass leather belts and bags, beachwear, lava-stone jewellery, sundresses, tea towels and crates of fruit and veg, with the odd genuine Canarian craft stall in among it.
Be honest with yourself: plenty of it is tourist tat, and you'll see the same goods repeated from stall to stall. But haggling is half the fun and it works — people talk of belts dropping from twelve euros to two for a pair. Come before ten if you can. By midday the traffic backs up, the crowds thicken, and the heat takes the shine off the bargaining.
