My market

its been a while since my last visit.

This time with a guest.

Gold flashes to appease the guard gnomes toll.

We're in

I spot an orange dog sporting a cape of sorts.

I dubbed him superfly (You've seen a bird fly, you've seen a plane fly, bet you ain't never seen a super fly!)

A handful of hot coffee take on a whole new meaning as hot donuts are juggled between conversation and a unicorn's head.

A budding artist attempts to lure us into buying a pink elephant name Nellie.

If only her sisters weren't spotted lurking in the back ground...

Laughter as we move on.

I stop and stare at a ferret turned scarf whilst being told by a passer by that he looks just like her ferret at home.

My attention is caught by a silver bloom and I begin the barginning with a racial slur.

I get it at my price, in exchange for racial harmony.

Elvis moves through the crowd even as a young boy stands up a soap box and channels powderfinger and silver chair, at the same time.

We stop at crystal shop, where I wave heavy globes of clear rain and jagged ice, commenting on each one's ability to inflict bodily harm. A young boy's ears are covered as I use the word club repeatedly whilst swinging a particularly potent candle holder.

The sun melts the morning mist away and the crowd bustles and grows.
Hotdog stands materialise and laughing children and half stories float through the air.

I prance through the stores in glee, gamely followed by an increasingly embrassed cloud of silent grins.

Lore is exhanged, memories drudged, and I waver between a pom, an artist and a jester as we weave through the market.

Picking up a stray cat (lazy and possibly vegan), we paused whilst I waved an rare and expensive crystal whale around (jonah was in its belly!) an commented Sweet lord, this thing could slug a guy till next tuesday!. Said whale is taken away from me very quickly.



Time toddered on and I was getting worried.

My companion still had not found a key, that first and memorble purchase, without which the market's magic would fade and eventually be forgotten.

Then, a concisely worded request is made, and we plod back to a certain store.

The contest of wills begins and ends quickly by slurring the Germans.

An overgrown ring falls into a sandwich bag and the magic is sealed.

Oh I do love this market indeed, and how I wish you were there.

Oh wait... you were.