Spanish views from a small town

Back at the end of May, in 2015, I went with my daughter to an AC/DC concert in Madrid. The concert was on a Sunday evening, and that midday found us walking through the streets of the neighborhood La Latina, down a street filled with stands selling all different kinds of clothes. It was the famous street market, El Rastro. I had planned to visit this famous market, which is held every Sunday. I had heard about treasures one could find, or the purse that had been pulled off your shoulder the previous night. At least, that was a good possibility in years gone by. Once upon a time, it was very easy to buy things lifted from their rightful owner the day before.  The street we were on looked like a regular street market of the many I have visited. Either El Rastro had changed dramatically, or we were missing something. We reach the end of the street, and see some stands along a side street. We enter. We've hit the jackpot. The side street led into a small square, filled with st...