Oh my goodness…I remember that market too. Essex Street Market. There were two or three of them. All in a row. We went to that market every week. My mom took me along so I could help her carry her bags.

There was a chicken market under the Manhattan Bridge. She dragged me there too. She would select a chicken and some one who worked there would run after it and take it in the back room. Next time we saw it, it was wrapped in newspaper.
Remember coming home and plucking the rest of the feathers from it. Gross! No wonder I don’t like chicken now.

Where did you live Webdiva? I lived two blocks from the Manhattan Bridge…P.S.65.

I never did see a shrimp with it’s head attached. And from your description I probably can miss it and not miss a thing.