I LOVE going to markets. I don't know why, well, actually I think I do. Markets are how life should be lived. Out in the sunshine, local produce, handmade things, people buying from the supplier instead of some dodgy, money hungry middle man. I can go on. Who thought it would be fun to put all the shops in a big building, with artificial lighting, unfriendly sales assistants, unnatural temperatures, food courts, screaming children, escalators that make you walk the… Read more »
