It was a long time since I'd been and how times have changed...used as a morgue during the blitz in Belfast in the 1940's,
this was also the workplace of my husband's great uncle Bob who was a saddler for the market traders' horses.
Fresh fish stalls with live crabs. I didn't see them move.
Dublin Bay prawns.
Freshly baked breads.
Dulse,winkles and I think these are Arbroath smokies in the foreground.
Entertainment.
Bonsai.
Spices.
Yummy cakes.
Now it's a bustling marketplace,on a Saturday morning,for fresh produce,crafts and somewhere to do a spot of people watching.
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