When I'm finished shopping, I have breakfast at an outdoor table on the square and read the newspaper. I had my picture taken a couple times yesterday by tourists - hey, it's a public space, happy to be of service. Then, three hours later, I head for home, but there's usually one last opportunity for discourse with street performers and buskers. I met this young lady who took a shine to stilt walking and decided to come out to the square to do some walking around (that's her mom in the background).
And her appearance helps me the make the point of my overly-rambling tale: the market brings people together, which is something that has been sorely lacking in our modern lives.