The paths are terrible, you can't drive in a wheelchair in some places, niche goods are scattered, there is no section of its own, if they sell things nearby, then household chemicals are opposite. Something like that in general
The bazaar looks like it was leased during the war years, it's icy in winter, and icicles are hanging. The poor people are cowering from the hall, but we have to work. There are no normal conditions for either the seller or the buyers