Not quite a steaming, throbbing, souk of course, but Barrow’s indoor market is better than many. In fact a disturbing number of much bigger towns don’t have a market at all, which is a great shame.
It’s not the grand, reeking, dank old market hall that scared the bejaysus out of me when I was little. That disappeared in a burst of 1960s municipal vandalism. Nor is it all that good for fruit and veg, which is what I really need a market for (how I miss Portobello and other street markets from my London days!) But it is a pleasant and airy sort of place, always worth mooching around for half an hour or so, and there are gems to be found amongst the tat now and then.
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