I have a confession.
I have never been to St George’s Market, before today. I have been put off by the unknown. For some reason, walking to “the markets” seemed a very intimidating thing to do. I despise bartering. I am distinctly uncomfortable being forced to ask the price of something.
Dear Mister Market Trader, I do not want to speak to you. I do not want to ask what something costs and then enter into a haggle. I do not want to feel as though you are dishonest. When I ask the price, I want to know what you want for it and then I will decide if I want to pay that. If I don’t, I will walk on. If I talk your price down, I won’t feel I have bagged a bargain, I will feel cheated by your initial dishonesty. Thank you and enjoy your day.
But Gayle’s Cakes was opening and Beatrice and I felt in need of an adventure. So we braved the unknown and set off this morning.
(The courgette cake sounds disgusting but tastes AMAZING!)
The unknown is now known and we will be back.
We bartered with no-one. Where the labels said “3 big loaves for £5” we bought 3 loaves of the most delicious fruit soda, had them bagged in brown paper bags, and moved on to look at the vintage jewellery. We also stood beneath a rainbow of wool (and one of us attempted to palm a bobbin, before the other noticed and returned it, fully empathising with the kleptomania given the jolly coloured beads on the bobbin ends).
The colours of the spices, wafting fumes of rich coffee and authentically made crepes, googly eyes of the fresh fish and the overall experience was as much fun that we will return.
Adventures into the unknown are good (especially when you return home to a pot of tea and some buttered, home baked soda)
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