As you walk down the street, a mix of smells of fried food, fish, fresh vegetables penetrates your nostrils.
The screams of merchants trying to grab customers’ attention by announcing their best deals of the day almost to the entire world mingle with each other and confuse customers who don’t know where to look and find the best deal. The market is a feast of colours, smells and people negotiating the best price for the best products. The rows of stalls are ordered along the road, so the row of baskets are £ 1 each. But unfortunately, the same cannot be said of the lines of people. It is also messy and chaotic. They touch each other, but they are all in a hurry and are focused on what to buy, and it seems that this confusion does not seem to be felt.
At the end of the day? Indeed, they will feel all the tiredness at the end of the day. The merchants will back home with the hoarse throat from the screams and the women and men who stroll, making space in the crowd will feel the weight of the shopping bags.
But does it matter? To be at the market with its fresh products is the “Must to do” on the Saturday to-do list.