Architecturally the Market Hall was never a beauty, but it is still one of the Brum places that I miss the most. It was what it was, but nevertheless it was known by many as a symbol of Brum that should not have been demolished. Yes, sometimes it rained, Mort, but it was still a pleasure to go whether or not you actually bought anything, and Dad always bought a tray of plants. A trip there was also coupled with a trip to the the rag and fish markets, neither of which could be described as architectural masterpieces. The trouble with modern malls/shopping centres is that they are much the same in every city you go to.
Having said that, the photograph above is one of the best photographs I have ever seen of the front of the Market Hall. Thanks Rob.
Maurice