That was at the start of the year - and you'll be glad to hear I don't have that picture hanging in my living room... although I'd love to know who does.
What struck me as I walked through the market's historic arches was how lethargic and quiet the whole place seemed to be.
Not how I remembered it. Twenty years previously, on my first visit, it felt like another planet.
My family came home with piles of second-hand cassette tapes (safely or embarrassingly securing my love of Connie Francis and Elvis Presley), bags of boiled sweets, games for our Sega Mega Drive and old books with battered covers.
The shambolic nature of the place combined with loud but friendly voices made it feel welcome and fun, like the markets you get abroad in places like Spain and Turkey.
There was jewellery, antiques and old postcards sandwiched in between comic books, roll shops and piles of dusty ornaments.
These things are all still there, and if you search hard enough you'll still find bargains. But the place has lost its sparkle.
Many of the surrounding shops lie empty, and there are now more 'adult' shops than you can shake a blow-up doll at.
This week members of the world's press were being shown round the shiny new and/or renovated Commonwealth Games venues.
Many of the venues are just minutes away from the Barras, yet the market and its environs feels more than 30 years out of date.
The council has promised a multi-million pound facelift for the Barras and Calton area. The catalyst being the 2014 Games, of course.
However, I haven't seen any changes yet and such a gem shouldn't have been left to rot in the first place.
People are doing things to keep the Barras alive, not least the stallholders who still set up shop every weekend.
Glasgow designers Obscure Couture have set up their headquarters in the Barras Art and Design Centre, and they say they wouldn't move if you paid them.
They certainly add an explosion of pink unicorns and glitter to the decaying surroundings.
The Barras has taught me many things, including the words to Lipstick on Your Collar.
I hope it thrives again so the treasures can keep on coming.