Street markets are what make a city. So why are they disappearing here in Dublin?

One of my earliest and most cherished childhood memories is going into the Dandelion with my parents. To quote the British royal family, my own recollections may vary, but I do have a vivid image of my da buying a pair of cowboy boots – look, it was the 1970s, everyone makes mistakes.

f my memory isn’t completely playing tricks on me, I also recall the pungent smell of patchouli oil and, perhaps, some other substances. For some bizarre reason I think he also bought a chessboard, even though we already had a few of them at home. Of course, to most readers under the age of 40, the word “Dandelion” will mean absolutely nothing.



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