There's shopping and shopping

Simple things can make you happy. Shopping in my local indoor market does it for me. This is why. The pace is leisurely and you can day-dream. Go early on a market day morning and you see little huddles of people. Some of them have been meeting here on a Wednesday for donkey's years. Talking about a long time - the lady who runs the cheese stall first stood behind the counter during the war, when she came with her mother. That's continuity. The butcher's stall is always good for a laugh. They know your name and it actually does feel like "your butcher," unlike the big fake "your" of the supermarket. I like the greengrocers too. The boss man is weathered and tough looking, and the staff work quickly and cheerfully. Leaving the market with your bags feels nice - it's real. To think that the town developers were all for pulling this market down and replacing it with a shopping centre about 30 years ago...thank God it didn't happen