Adelaide, Adelaide, ever-lovin' Adelaide, as any Guys and Dolls fan will remember - city of churches, home to Hans Heysen, capital in the land of the Murray's mouth, ghost gums, picturesque villages with German names, a million or so cellar doors, grape vines horizon to horizon...wimcee's Easter get-away.
|The pier at Glenelg on dusk, Easter Sunday|
The first in Adelaide city was the famous Central Markets - unbelievable fresh produce, Chinese cabbages three times the size of what's available to us in Brisbane, and chrysanthemums the size of entree plates - plus cheeses, cold meats, fish, and so on and so forth, all of amazing quality. This was reflected to in the fruit and flowers sold from street stalls in Rundall Mall.
The second was really, not to mince words, a pretty miserable excuse to charge the public an entrance fee and the stall holders who knows how much for a four day event, and left me feeling sad for everyone involved (except the organisers).
But the third was vastly different. Located in historic Port Adelaide, the Fisherman's Wharf markets are an enormous collection of dealers in antiques, bric-a-brac and collectibles on a scale I've yet to come across in Queensland. Interspersed are some handcrafts - crocheted wooly hats and granny square quilts of awesome authenticity - a whole shop of handcrafted doll's houses, with and without furniture, as well as coin shops, metal toys shops, military regalia and uniform shops, extensive collections of old linen and lace, and books to bursting. I had about 20 minutes allowed to me and I felt I could have spent days exploring there!
|Now THIS is a market.|