The more popular sections of the market, have to literally fight your way through the packs of punters - which is okay if you take a path through the babes. Of course, going to Morchit to actually buy something is only an excuse. You really won't believe the sheer number of babes and the total mind blowing diversity of their beauty. There's something so wacky in the Thai gene pool that the gals come out every which way beautiful whether they be almost as dark skinned and flat-nosed as Ethiopians or ebony white out of Chiang Mai. Or just about anywhere in between such delightful extremes.
Vendors competing with each other to make the maximum noise.
Quieter waters found in the antiques and art sections, some original paintings at bargain prices and minor bits of furniture at prices that make you wonder what lorry they fell off. Whole squads of police patrol the area, no idea why - some of them also working their own stalls, fronted by family or friends. Can't miss out on the action. Also some military types, though they might just be security guards compensating for their lack of status. It was a wonder I hadn't done myself an injury, anyway, walking around continuously distracted by the babes, a good half of whom insisted on giving me wild smiles - about ten percent gave me a scowl, the rest ignored me.