The Perfect Saturday (?)

After the hectic pace in Melbourne it's good to spend some time in a more relaxed city. Mandy recommends the Salamanca markets, so we head down there.

As a rule I am fairly non-plussed by markets (unless they involve food), maybe it's something to do with my silversmith training, but generally I get a bit snooty about the level of craftsmanship at most markets. Swathes of 'efnick' jewellery, endless rows of tat and pieces of whittled burr elm do nothing for me.

However, Salamanca market is different. Firstly it's big. Secondly, it mixes music, food, clothes, drink and crafts. And thirdly, the quality of most of the stalls is pretty high.

Not a good indication of how large Salamanca Market is

Brunch beckons in the shape of a Bratwurst roll. The obligatory cheese is purchased and much tasting of local produce is pursued. I even buy a t-shirt, for the first time in over a year, a true indication that I'm more of an Edinbugger than a west coaster now.

Of course location helps, and Salamanca is pleasantly located right next to a row of coffee shops, bars and restaurants.

So after perusing the stalls for a couple of hours with the pleasant strains of pan pipe music wafting over us, we make for an apperitif.