What a dismal day, and I wasn't even there on a week-end when the Barras are open.
You'll find the market through the arches. But all around about are interesting shops and "traders". How about some mushy peas? Yum yum. In actual fact, normally you can find just about anything here from old bikes to old ladies wandering around. The name of the market reflects the history of trading from barrows, a fine wee business indeed, set up by a lady with the name of Margaret Russell. She started off her career as a lass of twelve when she looked after a fruit barrow belonging to a friend of her mother.
Barrowland is here too, by the way. That's where you can jig the night away and where many a romance has blossomed. But don't be lulled into the picaresque romance of this part of the city. It was here in the sixties that Bible John helped himself to the lives of some of the ladies who frequented Barrowland. I don't think he was ever caught either. Jings!