Yet again you have woken up many memories. Thank you. The photos are great. Saturday afternoon up to town on the 28 or 58/60, walking around the outside market with my Mom and Dad, always something magical to me as a child - the man in chains escaping from a big old hessian sack, my family laugh but I`m sure I saw a dancing bear held by a chain, these were always by the statue. Lots of chatter and laughing. Past the flower ladies and the "spatchamail " man, Climbing the steps holding Dad`s hand (I was born 1948 ) under that enormous arch into a land of excitement - " Can we see the puppies Dad? Please !!" He`d say "Yes but you`re not having one" I knew exactly where Pimm`s pet shop was and would drag him there while Mom would be looking for other bits of veg. Puppies in the windows, tortoises cats rabbits. Oh how I wished and wished. We`d buy crab paste in a pot for me and Mom would ask " a nice bit of smoked haddock and no bones please" The smells, ooh fish, fruits, chestnuts, flowers, the dampness of the sacks of veggies. The different noises of people shouting their bargains, lots crowds but always seemed good humour to me. The men with crockery in big straw hampers and they were juggling them and shouting their prices - ten bob - comes to mind. Amazing entertainment! Dad would give me a penny to put in the bomb and the big red mine for the seamen`s mission. How lucky are we who remember those places.