It was shoulder to shoulder stuff for the shoppers, and you needed sharp eyes and even sharper elbows if you wanted to bag the best bargains.
Between the shouts of the stallholders, the loud music played on record decks and old radios and the general hubbub of a thousand voices, you had to keep your wits about you if you didn't want to lose track of your weans. There was always something interesting to see or do just around the next corner. And, just as one man's trash is another's treasure, there were always odd and unlikely items for sale on the many stalls.
And the smell. Oh, the smell! If you could only bottle the aroma of frying onions, candy floss, stale drink and mothballs you could make a fortune flogging bottles of 'Eau de Barras'.