Last night it was just a deserted car park. Today it’s a hectic market full of life. I watch from the outside looking in at all the people going about their business, all of them seem to be unaware of each other’s existence. I see a girl about 4 years old dressed in crimson running, crying. Her mother is terrified and is desperately trying to find her. Old people moaning about the present while they’re reminiscing on the past. Young mothers jamming the path with push chairs. Market traders who speak in an alien tongue, trying to tempt people in to buying cheap stock.

My stomach rumbles, I look past the fat man selling his dead meat, past the young girls selling they’re cheap imitation fashions, each of the girls presented in such a way that you could be mistaken into thinking their selling what’s under they’re clothes as well. Then just beyond the man selling flowers, who looks like Noel Gallagher and sings just has bad as him, I spot the burger van. I can smell the onions the stench is so strong I can feel the sharpness burning the back of my throat. I attempt walking into the ever-moving labyrinth of people.

Fighting my way past the mother, who’s now rejoined her crying daughter and greeted her with a slap. Then squeezing through the pushchairs I make my way closer to the burger van. At last I get there. I join the queue that seems to go on forever. I’m so hungry now that the mixed odours of fish, fruit, candle wax and an all host of smells from other stalls are making me sick. A lady who is blonde and sexy, a kind of film star look to her asks for my order, with a heart-warming smile I order the biggest burger on the menu.

I eat my burger whilst I watch the market wind down. The labyrinth breaks as the stall are taking down leaving a river of litter. The market men work hard, fighting the tidal wave of rubbish with their brooms. Then like magic the markets gone and it’s a car park again.