This parking garage used to trumpet the call to the Portland Public Market located next door. The Market has moved to a new, smaller location at the Square, and this garage is still open but on a limited basis. We used to love to stroll through the Market on a lazy Saturday morning or afternoon. Grab the paper, a coffee and a sandwich at anyone of the many food stops. Fresh fish, deli sandwiches made on delicious homemade bread right out of the oven, soups for all tastes and sizes, aromatic pizza slices and exotic cheeses and wines to take home were all part of the draw. It was an unruly cacophony of smells that surprisingly, blended together to create a pleasing, warm atmosphere amid a cold January wind. Alas, about five years ago, it bit the dust, a victim of a struggling economy and exorbitant rent. These symbolic gates strike quite a pose. All that remains is the sign, calling out a plaintiff plea, signifying nothing.