We went to a market

     One of my favourite childhood memories was when I was about eleven years of age.  My mother and father had a great idea of taking my sister and me to a street market which sold antiques.  The market was in London, England near where we lived and started early in the morning.  We drove into town in the wee hours in the winter, just before Christmas, and sat down to a delicious fried breakfast in a restaurant.  It was the most fantastic visit to a market I've ever had!