In and out of the market

Today I plucked up courage to say to a woman and her father-in-law with a small stall, that I was taking photographs in the market and asked if I could photograph them. They agreed but said I should be there at 7 or 8am to see the stall piled high with their farm produce. So, next Friday, bleary-eyed, camera in hand, I'll have a go and show you the results.