On the weekend we walked through a bustling market that materialized around a few blocks of the old city. Most of the stuff looked like it came from old estates: I even found an old bed warmer that took hot coals. It made me wonder how many people even know what they end up looking at.
One enthusiastic gentleman wanted us to have a book as a gift even though it was for sale. Something about the way we looked I guess: just be good!
In the end it seemed like the market was less of a commercial endeavor and more of an excuse to get together, play music, drink, and congregate with friends. The streets were lined with small groups of friends.
The old part of the city is lovely though regardless: more glass-pane window sills, waterfront views, and colors.