This area is just west of the city and Nick and I - as always - just happened to walk that way and found a hub of goodness!!!! While I am a self-confessed market addict, Nicholas, sadly for him and anyone else who has to travel with him (that's overridingly me at this point), is not. However, on this sunny Sunday morning, Nick, for some strange reason, decided he liked markets so much he claimed he was a converted market-goer. I, for very good reason, chucked a bit of a kate-special tanty at this unexpected revelation as the markets were full of junk and not the type of market someone should aspire to enjoy participating in at all. There markets were a junk yard for old croquery; stinky scarves; knock-off paintings; and amongst the more dispicable of items were yellow stained keybaords; label makers from the early 90's; shoes that had clearly fallen off the back of a dodgy conveyer belt in Taiwan; and, just when you think you've struck gold, nope... it's just bloomin' croquery again. ***Disclaimer: All the above is in good humour i loved the market, cool atmosphere and love the belgium-style visual merchandaising... these guys just had piles of their stuff dumped in a heap, quick to display and great for loading the forklift when the market finishes.