This reminds me of a larger version of the Soulard market in St. Louis that I grew up with. It brings back childhood memories of wandering through what seems an endless maze of smells, sights and sounds, and my senses are all a-tingle and my sense of nostalgia returns when I go to either of these places! The confusion I had at a young age with negotiating prices is also recreated in my lack of fluency in French, but half of the enjoyment I have is just taking in my surroundings.
It's also fun to cross the border with stowed veggies in my trunk while pretending to be an international produce smuggler, but.... that could just be me!