I remember, only vaguely, my first 'field trip' in elementary school to Kensington Market.
This would have been the very early 80s I suppose.
The market was not as it is today.
I remember the odd mix of the good food smells of freshly baked goods that you might still expect today; but with the smell of rotting fish and slaughtered meat.
There was at least one vendor, I think 2 or 3 that had live chickens in cages that were killed to order.
Walking by those places or those whose seafood displays weren't refrigerated or enclosed, was enough to induce nausea.
At least one or 2 classmates succored to their nausea, while the rest of us plugged our noses til we were led away from the worst smells.
I say all that, and you need to know as a foodie today I very much appreciate the local nature of the food and the independence of vendors, and the old-world market chaos.
But as a child I had very mixed feelings. I remember liking the good bits (fresh bakeries) enough to ask my mother to bring me to the market on the weekend; but I also remember studiously warning her as a child how awful it could smell (I'm sure she knew and my warning must have been hilarious....)
This memory made me google.........
It appears from this article than the live chickens disappeared from the market in June of 1983.