I've always loved going to markets wherever I've been in the world and find it's a great way to get under the skin of a place. Whether it's a genuine farmers' market selling locally produced food or a tourist-trap night market selling tat, there's always something interesting going on. I remember going to Christmas markets in Prague in the early 1980s, but these weren't the Christmas Markets of today, with chalet stalls selling mulled wine, cookies and tasteful decorations. These were functional affairs, markets at Christmas time rather than actual Christmas Markets, where you went to buy your live carp for Christmas Eve dinner, hauled out of an enormous tank of thrashing fish. Urgh how I hated those fish! I remember street markets in Sofia a decade later in the early 1990s where sellers would hawk a handful of onions on a trestle table, or a pile of radishes, hopefully trying to make a few Lev in times of absurdly rife inflation.