What a place! Shambolic, crowded and bustling doesn't do it justice - there's Turkish mockneys calling out in rhyming slang to get you to buy ripoff designer labels, peasant women selling leeches in water bottles (I'll never see Evian in the same light again) and the most divine pancake stalls. Everything from a needle to a haystack. A proper market like one you rarely see any more.
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