Today I woke up and realized that it is finally the correct Saturday of the month for a Market to be only steps away from my new apartment. Since I arrive here, almost three weeks ago, I have been anxiously awaiting Saturdays and the markets in the lovely park across the street. However, on the first Saturday after I settled in, I looked up which market I would be attending that morning, only to find that they only come every 2nd and 3rd Saturday of the month. I was pretty shattered. Somehow, I had managed to wake up that morning on the 5TH Saturday of the month… so I had to wait at least two weeks. Good grief.
However, had I done some more in depth research I would have realized that there was another Fashion and Flea market the following weekend just down the street. But alas, I only found out about that one as I rode past on my shiny red bike that glorious Sunday morning… on my way to catch the ferry. It was a HUGE market too! My heart ached a little. But I couldn’t miss the ferry. It turns out that this particular Market occurs every 2nd Sunday… so now I have to wait a MONTH. Sheesh.
This vaguely reminds me of my backpacking trip around Australia in 2007. My friend and I travelled a fair part of the country in 7 weeks… and every weekend, where ever we ended up we would look for a market, only to find that we had missed it by a week. just our luck.
I’m mean, yeah Toronto doesn’t have a ton of Markets… but at least the ones we have are there EVERY week, usually every DAY! Reliable and delicious.
That is neither here nor there, because today I got to go. Finally. I woke up at the crack of 9.27am and skipped out the door. Seconds later, I was across the street mingling with North Sydney’s finest bargain hunters. I have to say, it was bigger spread then I had expected, lots of stalls, lots of clothes, books, jewelry.
So many things to look at and consider buying. But in true fashion, I didn’t actually purchase anything. I don’t know what I was looking for, I never do… but then maybe that’s why I never buy. Except food. Obviously.
There was a small produce section with lovely vegetables that seemed to be reasonably priced, so I gathered the ones that would taste best steamed… That sounds really lame, but we bought a new set of pots and a steamer… so I wanted to try it out. Naturally. I think I spent $9.00… and I scored a 2kilo bag of carrots which will pretty much feed me for the week.
All in all, the market was a success. I will happily attend every 2nd Saturday of the month. And every 2nd Sunday I will find that other huge monster down the street… and then every 3rd Saturday I will go back across the street to the other market, that is apparently ALL produce. And then the 4th weekend… well, I’m still researching.