Evandale and the Market
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What a wonderful country market. I drove into town not sure which direction I should take. I neednâ€™t have worried; on the outskirts of town I spotted a HUGE sign pointing the way.
I paid a dollar to park my car in some ones paddock right next to the market and walked up the path leading to the market. The market was quite a bit smaller than I was expecting. I had heard about the Evandale Antique Market and was expecting something much larger. However, I was not disappointed.
I walked in to find a woman on the accordion playing â€˜When Iâ€™m 65â€™; I found that rather ironic, as she was about 75 in the shade, I took her photo and dropped some money into her hat. I stopped to watch children play on a big blow up slippery slide, and then slowly browsed the market. First, the hall beckoned, with a colourful collection of items for sale, glassware, books, bric-a-brac, homemade art and craft, antiques, all sorts of things; I had a lovely time fossicking through the stalls.
Back outside, I was nearly run down by a Shetland pony towing a buggy with a little girl at the reins. After my narrow escape, I took it easy and just wandered the stalls doing my fare share of people watching.
As I was leaving I noticed two men chatting near the entrance to the hall who were there when I came in, I imagined them meeting there every Sunday swapping stories on their week while their wives shopped at the market and spent all their hard earned money.
I made my way into the town to sight see, I was thinking about lunch, but was not quite hungry enough so I just looked around peeking in backyards and enjoying the country atmosphere.