A Farmer's Market is held on the first Saturday in the month, though this was the first I'd heard of it until somebody said.
As you turn the corner from Wyle Cop, all the buskers were out up Pride Hill. One I really liked was a hippie type playing one of those yodell-y long horn things. I should have asked him what it was. Anyway, I plucked up courage and asked him if I could photograph him for my blog. He said I could and he put on a performance just for me and that wonderful smile at the end. He made my day and I think maybe I made his too, with my weird accent and raucous laugh - it was good.