Downtown. Between North and South Market Streets.
For a souvenir-craving tourist, the Market is the place to get trapped. It’s nothing too fancy, but it’s better than most flea markets and there’s some charm to it. Who hasn’t spent some disposable income at one of those legendary black tables covered with what-have-you? Open 365 days a year from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m., the Market has everything from leather products to skull-decorated T-shirts, sweetgrass baskets, candy, ornaments, mood rings, Vera Bradley, and coupons galore. Who doesn’t love that shit on vacation or a random Sunday? The Market is something to walk through every once in a while when you’re not in a hurry. Tourists are slow walkers. They like to ask questions: How old is that? Can you take a picture for me? Where am I? Where’s Fort Sumpner (sic)? How much for that sand dollar with Rainbow Row painting on it? Do y’all got sweet tea? Market Street sees almost 4.5 million fanny-pack-toting tourists a year. With all the horses trotting around and wanderers with their noses in a map, it’s a dangerous Disney World kind of place to drive a car. Use your horn.