My running route would take me through the market in the mornings, only a few hours after it had closed up. I loved the smell of meat, which others would find quite offensive.

It's a lovely area, and home to one of my favourite restaurants, St Johns.

Not only is it home to St.John's as a restaurant, it is a geographical catalyst to a whole slow-food movement based on the food-markets proximity and the usage of offal and bone marrow by the gentleman and genius, Fergus Henderson.

Bourdain was a great pal and admirer, describing him as 'the most influential chef of the last two decades'

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/aug/17/st-john...

Did you run through Buyers Walk right inside the building, or do you mean Grand Ave, the short and often slippery vehicular road that cut the building in half?

Either are cool, although I like the image of you running through the actual market like Rocky Balboa in the meat locker or something