That picture would be nice in a frame.
I remember them sellinf second hand goods from prams on The Hill, in Dublin, circa 77 and fruit by the Halfpenny Bridge and in Moor St. My mate's mum said was because they didn't have a licence and they could do a quick runner.
Our scrap man gets stopped by the police because of his piled up load in his open back lorry, he blows a squeaky trumpet and sets the dogs in the area off.When I first heard him I thought he was one of those preachers, who blow a trumpet. We had twin religious sect neighbours like that, ruddy silly foowells Nan called them.