Clyde Street, now a windswept stretch boasting just a few shops and many 'to let' signs, was once a hive of activity. On the left hand side of this picture stood the city's Custom House, sadly now lying empty. The captain of every ship which sailed up the river would have to present his bill of lading and pay any customs dues to the officers there.
Meanwhile, on the river side of the road, where today there are public gardens, the quayside was crowded with shipping offices and cranes and derricks for loading and unloading cargo vessels.
The quay also provided a handy landing spot for the Clyde's inshore fishing fleet, which would unload its stiff-fresh catch and wheel and carry it along to the Briggait fish market.