Markets have been something of a theme on Under a Grey Sky in recent weeks. Thanks to Barry Sheppard for his exploration of the St George’s indoor market in Belfast:
St George’s is situated in the south east corner of Belfast city centre, a stone’s throw away from the relatively recently redeveloped waterfront area. I know it is a stone’s throw away because many a stone has been thrown in this general area over the years. However, on a relatively sunny Sunday morning in a more placid era the cycle from home to the market is a somewhat more pleasant experience.
The market is well over 100 years old, having been commissioned by The Belfast Corporation in 1890 and completed in three stages by 1896. The market is one of my oldest and fondest memories of Belfast. In the very early 80s I remember quite vividly being brought to the market by my mother and being amazed by the sheer size, smells and colours of the place. What amazed me most of all was the swarm of strange and unusual faces, not that there was anything Picasso-esque about Belfast people in those days. It was just exciting as a four year old to see that many people in the one place towering over me going about their business. The place was a great spot for people watching, a pastime that I’m still partial to today.
In its vast hall, beneath the partial glass ceiling countless lines of market stalls sold all the usual fruit and veg, bric-a-brac and fresh fish. In the middle of the market a pet shop stall stood where I was presented with my first ever pair of goldfish and bowl which were given suitably imaginative names no doubt. I’m sure it was a logistical nightmare for my mother to take charge of a four year old hyperactive child and all of the pet fish paraphernalia which now occupied his attention on the 25 mile train journey back to the homestead. But this she did, on several occasions, because, as you may know it isn’t long before pets like these end their days with a short but loving ceremony finished with the sharp flush of a handle. The market, like a lot of Belfast, fell into decline and closed for a number of years. Nevertheless, it rose again with a little help from a lottery grant in the late 90s and now enjoys tremendous popularity among locals and tourists alike.
Walking through the market as an adult it is still a great place for people watching, only now I think I tower over the majority of the interesting people who are making their way around the multitude of stalls which still provide people with their fruit, veg and other traditional food stuffs. However, as Belfast has grown ever so slightly into a multi-cultural city of sorts, this is reflected in the variety of delicacies from around the globe which are now offered to its many visitors. People in search of treats for refined palates are usually catered for on Fridays and Saturdays. Sundays are centred towards those who are on a quest for something a bit unique.
St. George’s has thankfully been permitted to bypass the ‘thou shalt not’ inspired Sunday opening times which apply to the majority of trade and retail outlets on this part of the Irish rock. It is now a hive of small scale entrepreneurs exhibiting their wares, from antique books to Irish bog oak carvings to recycled goods, arts and crafts (although I have been reliably informed by one of the stall holders that they prefer the term ‘upcycled’) and the latest in solar powered gadgetry. One of the more interesting products on display today is a continuation of sorts of Belfast’s once world famous linen industry, when the city was known as ‘Linenopolis’. Stitched onto unbleached Irish linen are maps and images which chart the changes of the city’s pattern throughout its history. This is only one of many items which are unique to this bustling market.
Throughout the years, the indoor market hasn’t always been alive with the collective din of hundreds of voices buying, selling and coming together for a stop and chat. In the aftermath of Easter 1941 the market, sadly, took on the role of an emergency mortuary in the wake of one of the more sombre periods of the city’s recent history, the Belfast Blitz. Over 700 people lost their lives as a result of the bombardment of the city and over 200 of those victims had to be brought to the market for identification by loved ones. This incident is commemorated in the entrance to the site alongside many other happier images which celebrate this landmark building’s century plus history.
Words & Pictures: Barry Sheppard