In a bustling square of modern shops
An old market hall stands full of tales of old
A place once full of merchants with wonderous wares
Many made form pewter, silver and gold
A building crafted by long forgotten skills
Tuscan Order columns form a magnificent arcade
Which cast histories shadows across the floor
In sun and moonlight a splendid cascade
The old market hall has heard many a secret
Amidst the hustle, bustle and beat
Of hands that barter
And hearts that greet
Its history still hangs in the air
Recalling fairs full of textile and spice
From trinkets to strange fruits
All in all an old market hall was once a paradise.