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Being from the UK, myself, I always liked the open air markets. Petticoat lane was my favourite but we also had one closer to home in north London, up Stoke Newington high street, every Saturday and Sunday, known as "The Waste." Had some really good apple fritters, there.
ReplyDeleteI like this picture because of the quiet mood, probably an hour or two after the streets had been hustling and bustling with the crowds.