By virtue of many Saturday morning visits, the "Unknown Market" has become a bit of an old aquaintance. We both know that the adventure begins with the fish and Beatrice cautiously holds back her fingers as we peer into the boxes of crabs who reward our inspection with a bubble, a leg wiggle and occasionally the stretch of a leg and the squeezing of a claw. We also initiate conversations with the prawns, much to the merriment of the fishmonger. Then we count them, almost like calling the school roll. Our counting is somewhat haphazard between 12 and 20, but the prawns don't notice.
The next fish who must be saluted, it the big one in the clock.
But on Saturday we had a mission. I wanted to buy buns for my birthday, so we spent a lot of time researching all the cake stalls and then returning to our favourite. On our way we discovered a lovely Willy Wonka-esque forest of sweetie trees.
We paused there to buy cake pops. These are balls of cake, dipped in chocolate. Bea selected a white chocolate dipped one, decorated with a black beard, grumpy eyes and a red & black spotted pirate scarf. He was nibbled faster than I could photograph.
I couldn't resist buying some more to join my birthday bun collection.
Of course the market is not only useful for bun shopping, and Bea was happy to pap Mummy buying Sigrid's birthday present.
So while the rain fell outside, we bumbled around the stalls inside, enjoying the atmosphere and feeling very eco-chic as we hauled our paper bags of buns about. As for our "Bun Mission", well, in the words of Dora the Explorer...."we did it!"
We are off to the Johnston's for brunch today...we very well may pop into the market on our way there...we are becoming so well acquainted, it would be rude not to.
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