Beautiful. Why are there no children?
Just not in that picture; although it's a challenging environment for kids who are too big for the stroller and too small to mind their mother. It's an outdoor market to which most people walk, because it's very hard to find parking, and then carry the bags home or to a parking spot a block or four away. The usual practice is to walk down six to eight blocks on one side, and walk back up the other side, which is a lot for a kid. There are crowds, piles of produce in crates, lots of odors -- some of them ancient -- from fish, meat and cheeses and the day's peelings and garbage all around, and in the winter there are firecans in the street (it's the street Rocky ran through when he started training in Rocky I).
A not very clear picture of the other side of the street, with a blazing fire in a tall can, keeping the vendor warm.
After things get up and running for the day, there are fish scales, bits of animal fats and fruit and vegetable slime all over the sidewalks and street. Once, I watched the garbage truck come up the street and totally fill up after only two blocks, When it compressed its load of imperfect veggies and fruits, fish heads, meat trimmings and cast-off stems and leaves, a greenish nutrient-rich liquid ran out onto the street that might have fed a third-world village for days. With all its old-world qualities, the Italian Market is a fabulous place and I shopped there almost exclusively for more than 20 years.
The locals, particularly the Italians, don't call it the Italian Market. They call it "9th Street." Or, in the local dialect, "Niynt Shtree."
Here is the sidewalk between the stores on the left and the produce stands on the street side. The street vendors stand with their backs just inches away from passing cars. I remember sadly when one of the vendors was killed by a passing truck in the 90s. When the market is busy, it is clogged with people like New York at rush hour: 
Here is the scene of the Italian Festival, one block below the site of the mural but looking south instead of north:
You can see the street is not very wide. But everybody comes to the Festival to eat cannoli, sfogliatelli, macaroni with tomato "gravy", cheeses, fruits, water ice, pizza, cheesesteak sandwiches, olives, zeppoli ("fried dough") or some melt-in-the-mouth chunks from the whole roast pigs with apples in their mouths in front of the butcher shops. On warm crusty bread...