Well, I suppose if you could call a 'mess of tat and gaudery' a market, then yes, there's a market.

[ The boy regards her carefully for a moment. She looks about as bored as he feels, though of course he's much better at covering that up, so as to appear debonair and interesting to his conversational partners. ]

Why, are you looking to buy something? Injecting some money into the local economy, are we?