A moment of magic caught in Candleriggs (candle because it's where the candlemakers were banished to following one of Glasgow's great fires, riggs for the ancient strip fields that once occupied the site).
Douglas Corrance, who captured this pic in the 1980s, caught the last days of the street's fruity history, when oranges, melons and apples scented the air, and squadrons of giant wasps kept the place abuzz.
I've not a Clouseau what this costermonger (great word!) is saying to his female customer, although I do recall that, as a wee boy, my mum said eating a slice of melon was the only time I washed my ears.
Sadly, no sight of a lovely bunch of coconuts...