Every Sunday at 6 am, vendors set up their tents and tables, open up the boots of their cars, spread out their blankets and put their wares on display. Fresh cut flowers, fruits and vegetables, cheese and spreads, smoked meats, home baked dog treats, clothing, tools, trinkets, dishes, dvds, art…it’s the most random assortment of new and used. Which attracts an equally random clientele. It’s fun to just go down, grab a flat white poured from an espresso machine in the back of a van (it’s actually not as sketchy as it sounds) and people watch.
We biked down mid-morning and one of the first things we saw was a stand selling mussel fritters. It looked like a big gooey (questionable) mess when it first hit the greased up griddle but it was delicious. Don’t I look pleased?