Wealthy or poor, they all came to trade their wares in the town’s market, run by families who had lived there for
generations. But, in 2003, the once-striking market square, with its dark timber walls, was visibly decaying. There
were hawkers selling their goods higgledy piggledy, the 100-year-old structure was dilapidated; the number of
customers had slowed to a trickle.