Jumped on a train into town today, something I don't do often enough. I met an old college friend, who lives right in the city, so relied on her instead of an A to Z. We decided to have a wander round the back streets of St Paul's, ending up at Smithfield Market,(famous meat market). I had a quick read of the tourist info up on the wall, apparently in olden times fed up husband would not only bring their cattle to sell, they would also throw in their wives to see if their could get an upgrade, it would seem divorce wasn't an option! Took some interesting shots at the market, it was very quiet as trading had finished for the day.
