Oxford covered market

It has become something of a tourist attraction, but the covered market in the centre of Oxford retains a sense of charm and wonder that most standard retail has lost. Fruit and veg that bursts out of the stalls because of its colour and shape, warts and all; fish that is not suffocated in plastic but that shines and smells and can potentially snap at your fingers; meat which still has heads and legs and that looks like it was running around two hours ago; and a café which isn't a trumped-up coffee franchise but which is a greasy spoon serving good old unhealthy fry-ups. I love the way bicycles are suspended from the roof to keep them out of the way, how the delivery boys still wear white and cycle with their goods in a basket on the front of their bikes, and how so many of the shop owners know their customers. Not quite the old Covent Garden or Spitalfields, but enchanting nevertheless.