From the bus station you follow the road upwards, in five minutes you'll get to a bridge, from the middle of the bridge you can see the market on your left. From there, after going through some streets and climbing some stairs, you will reach the market in about ten minutes. Of course, it will be brimming with products that you do not even know, so don't worry about it; flip through everything and if you want to buy something go ahead. This is a small market town, everyone knows everyone, and they're nice..
They're totally reliable. In addition, you will be a unique object yourself because in this city there are not many foreigners. It's worth it to just spend time with them and buy any trinket, souvenir or something to eat. I shaved, drank a "chai" tea with milk and bought some tomatoes for dinner.
The best thing these little stalls have going for them is that you know everything there is fresh. There's no trade here, nor are there refrigerators, either. The products come directly from the fields that are as close as possible, many of them still come to the market every morning via their donkeys. That makes sure that what you eat is delicious and is also sold at a good price. Usually, as the foreigners we are, we shouldn't haggle with these people. Some people are there to sell a few kilos of radishes they've taken out of their garden.
The stalls for spices, dyes and stains are all together. They try to make it as attractive as possible. Natural lighting of these stalls is "off the charts": They only use fabrics and colourful tarps and keep an eye out for how they colour their area of the market. Well, the simple idea that the red color was the source of enlightenment and I think psychedelic. And even if not, these slack skin dyes and hair are used by men and women throughout India, that's why there are so many full stalls.