Markets…

Something I love to do, no matter where it is in the world is to go to the local market!
I love the chance to be inspired by crafty stalls, eat yummy treats from another and to buy the best fruit and vegetables from another.

While in Cambodia the local markets were my favourite hangout, not only for the super cheap clothes, bags and shoes but also the ceramics, the silks and an occasional live fish jumping in a centimetre of water :) but its the interactions with the stall holders too…the haggling and encouraging beautiful products as a stallholder puts their creative wares on the table…

I loved the French markets too…. being out on a Saturday morning ready to buy the best cut of meat, slab of cheese and the yummiest wine.

Growing up I spent a bit of time running around markets as my dad was a stallholder. I loved as a child being given my two dollars to spend and looking from stall to stall imagining what I could buy and usually ending up buying a chicken pie :) Now days things haven’t changed much…I love to look for what treat to buy….hmmmm…will I buy the freshly baked croissant, the gluten-free cupcake or german sausage with sauerkraut?

This past Saturday while enjoying the local farmers markets, Dan, Noah and I were scanning the offerings at the market to buy some snacks. Unbeknowns to Dan and I, Noah too was checking out what was the best treat he could buy….he kept saying he wanted to a cupcake…so we went to buy a cupcake from a stall and he declared, “Not from this one!”….we hastily left and Noah showed us his favourite stall…which really did have the best cupcakes! Its good to see we have a discerning shopper on our hands!

~a little rambling post in ode to the joy of markets~

All in a morning…

I went to a really inspiring market on Saturday morning…all the stallholders were etsy sellers. There were many creations to admire, adore and get inspiration from…

Noah quite enjoyed the market but he loved chewing on his tiny hummer…

We spotted some sky writing…”Marry Me…”

“LeeLee?? Lurlene?? Laelee?? LoeLee??”
Hopefully the maiden who was getting proposed to recognised their name!