I don't walk around in the Italian Market nearly as much as I should, but every time that I do I find that I have to constantly remind myself that nobody is breaking the law even if though it absolutely looks that way. There's something about fires in cans, fast-spoken Cantonese and kangaroo meat for sale that makes me think I could buy a human baby there if I wanted to.*  What an amazing place.

*It occurred to me today that I might buy a baby at the Italian Market if I knew I could get away with it.