"It came to pass that on his way home, he came one evening to an inn which was filled with guests. They bade him welcome, and invited him to sit and eat with them, for otherwise he would have difficulty in getting anything.
'No,' answered the joiner, 'I shall not take the few morsels out of your mouths. Rather than that, you shall be my guests.'
They laughed, and thought he was jesting with them. He but placed his wooden table in the middle of the room, and said, 'Little table, spread yourself' [a felicitous translation of Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm's 'Tischlein, deck dein']. Instantly it was covered with food, so good that the host could never have procured it, and the smell of it ascended pleasantly to the nostrils of the guests."
Can you name this market?