I know for some
people markets simply aren’t their cup of tea but I just love them and each
Sunday the car park across the road from our flat empties out and all the stalls
move in. There’s an element of organised chaos, and a friendly place, full of
different nationalities, where regulars meet up each week. There is an array of
different things up for grab, lots of fresh fruit and veg stalls, bread, manuka
honey, plants, clothing, stationary, second hand stalls selling plates, cups
and all sorts of brick a brack, through to the not so standard such as freshly
squeezed grass juice and gold fish and tadpoles (not together of course). I
can’t put my finger on it but there is something quite fulfilling getting your
fruit and veg from a market rather than a main supermarket, and the market is
one place I’ll be paying a weekly visit to pick up my basics, and being on my
door step, well quite frankly it would be rude not to!
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| If there is food - little man will be sure to be there! |
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