Preserves and Apostorphies
At the Titirangi Sunday Market: inside the Titirangi War Memorial Hall, sheltered from the on/off showers outside. Sitting at a table, sipping a miso soup, listening to Maria’s flamenco guitar – and looking up to the stage where tasting jars of sweet and savoury preserves beckon (together with a surfeit of apostrophy’s).
You can “Look Down!” on Friday (theme day).
Gunn (of Stavanger Daily Photo) noticed that yesterday’s Swiss Market post was predominantly blue. So I have to balance this with what obviously was the colour of the day: Red.
There is always something to see at the Avondale Markets.
A moment of recreation amidst the activity of the Avondale Sunday Market.
Smiles from John, Momo, and their orchids
After a two months’ winter break, the New Lynn Night Market (every Thursday from 5:30pm to 9pm at the Community Centre) started up again at the beginning of September. When I was there last night, I thought that the number of stalls was smaller than last season – but there was an impressive variety nonetheless. Apart from the always popular dumplings and buns, ice-cream and donuts, there were stalls with traditional Iraqi, Sri Lankan, Filipino, Ethiopian and probably more. Inside soft music that did not overpower people’s conversations, and a stall with beautiful orchids. Nice!
Bill, Misi and Matilda: Pacific Wardens
From the Philippines
Traditional Iraqi Stall
A Bowl of Soup for Nepal
That was the theme of yesterday’s fundraiser by the Titirangi Potters Club at the monthly Titirangi Market. Not only was there a range of delicious soups – but you got to keep the bowl. Over the past weeks, the club had been busy making bowls (and plates, so that people like myself could take home a load of home baked biscuits), with all proceeds going to the Himalayan Trust‘s Rebuild Appeal. Great initiative!
In the picture from right: Gladys, Mariko, Ute and Richard (members of the Titirangi Potters Club) with customers.
Eggs in the morning sun at the Avondale Sunday Market.
Early at the Avondale Sunday Market a trio of stallholders gather for a cup of coffee and a natter.
Take your pick
There was a good selection of hammers at the Avondale Markets, and it would seem that they had been hammering from morning to evening all over the land in their previous lives. A few hours later the choice was much more limited.