Starbucks it ain't

Mid-morning at the weekly market and the baker has sold most of his loaves. He comes from some way away and there's always a run on his bread.
It's rough weather outside and this is a chance for snugly-dressed shoppers to catch up with gossip over a hot drink. There are no barristas, muffins or skinny lattes here!
The bright spotted tablecloths drew my attention initially and now I see that the colour is echoed by one woman's coat and by the fire extinguisher box on the wall.
Red for the poppy I don't wear.