Well, I have to say, that part of the town does look clear of litter and well cared for. In the rain, is probably how most of us exiles remember it Atarah, so, good thinking to take your photograph on a wet day. I used to love the market as a kid. It has a smell all of its own. If I was taken there blindfolded, being told I could be in any part of the world, I would know exactly where I was. It's amazing how our sense of smell can conjour up memories. My mother worked in there on the Lomax cooked meats stall and I used to go to see her before and after going to the Odeon for the Saturday morning kids' picture show. Greeting everybody with a smile! Happy, happy days.
