Sunday, 1 September 2013

I love markets.

I mean, I LUUUURVE markets. Barely a weekend goes by that I don't visit some kind of market, fair, stall or bazaar.

There is something about food, crafts and good old  trash 'n' treasure that brings the community converging into a melting pot of culture and language. Professions and socio-economic status don't apply as we collectively fill a bag of snow peas for $1.99.

There is something about being at the markets that makes people happy. Everyone you meet has a smile on their face and an interesting story to tell.

I don't know if  it's the aroma from the coffee van mixed with freshly cooked gyoza……

I don't know if it's the stunning vibrant colours at every twist and turn…..

Perhaps it's that crisp, instantly recognisable but indescribable smell of fresh fruit and vegetables…..

What ever it is, there is something about this assault on the senses that has the power to make this battle weary mum think she can handle anything!

What's your favourite local market?

The Captain.
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  1. For many, many years I used to get up at the crack of dawn and drive to Ferny Grove's markets, right near the train station. It was like a compulsion, I had to go, and I had to go early! I'd only be there sometimes for 30 minutes, but in that time I would pick up some of the greatest things! Furniture, a favourite pair of jeans and other unique household bits and pieces. I loved it, too.

  2. I love the ever changing markets and pop up shops that magically appear in Perth. So much local talent and uniqueness. Never ceases to amaze.


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