There is something about a market that is irresistible and I’m sure, like me, many of you make a beeline for markets wherever in the world you are, whether that be a Moroccan Souk, a middle east bazaar, or a local farmers’ market. I’ve bought jewellery from market stalls in Italy, Malta, Spain, and many other places. I still have silver earrings I bought in Yugoslavia a few years before war ravaged the country. In case I haven’t mentioned it, I have a weakness for earrings.
The largest market I’ve visited over the past few years was St Jacob’s Market in Ontario, Canada. If any market deserves the name of muckle market, it is surely this one with masses of outside stalls where a wanderer could easily get lost and an indoor market on two levels. Food and produce downstairs and crafts and artisan goods upstairs. A market-goers paradise.
I love to wander around markets whether they are indoors or outdoors. The stalls vary from those selling food to ones selling all kinds of crafts. And you can always tell when you are in the vicinity of the fish stall by the smell.