The market under the train arches is chaotic. It’s also brilliant. You’ll find leather jackets from 1982 and vinyl records you’ll never play.
Everything is negotiable. Haggling is part of the sport. Say “Mate, can you do a fiver?” with a straight face.
Quirky fact: The main Sunday market, UpMarket, started in a carpark. Now it’s a mini-city of vinyl, vinyl, and stolen antique teacups.
