The best way to make the most of your Sunday is to hit the open road and go somewhere you’re yet to explore. You almost feel like Britney, embarking on the road to self-discovery and learning how to make the most of today because ‘all we have is now, and right now, we have each other.’ Ohhhhhkay, I may have watched that movie a few too many times as a kid. Apologies.
Last Sunday I experienced that little spark of adventure as I cruised down Port Road on the way to the Port Adelaide Fisherman’s Wharf Markets. For over twenty years this large indoor market has been raking in the tourists and I thought it was time to see what all the fuss is about. Located right on the waterfront, once I saw the beautiful view of the river I was already won. Similar to the first time I laid eyes on Chris Pine but with a lot less drooling. This place is where you want to be on a lazy Sunday.
Now, let’s play a game. Name something you might like to buy at a market………. YES, they have it! Okay, okay so I didn't hear you through your screen but I’m sure they have it at the Fisherman’s Wharf. This place is big. Like better-put-your-kids-to-a-leash, kinda big. There’s clothes, books, records, kitchen stuff, arty gear, lollies, posters, bike junk, furniture, jams and preserves. I wasn't pulling your chain when I said they have everything!
Sure, some of the stuff is overpriced crap which should be relocated to the dumpster out the back (yeah lady, I’m gonna pay 8 bucks for an old pan handle with no pan, then I’m gonna ride home on the unicorn I have parked in the car park) but some are absolute gems! I got some really good condition second hand books for cheap and a few other rad knick-knacks, because who the hell doesn’t need a little knick-knackery in their lives?
The thing that makes this market so special are the characters you see. I’m not kidding when I tell you I stumbled across a stall owned by a super friendly Nan and Pa team who were blaring ‘If You Had My Love’ by JLo from their CD player. I then went past again on the way out and realized they had the beat on repeat. Who the hell loves that song enough to put it on repeat? Let alone a couple of octogenarians!
There are plenty of places to grab a bite to enjoy in the sun at the market and the surrounding pubs and cafés. We decided to wander across the road to the Lighthouse Inn for some dips and cheese. The food wasn't anything to write home about (maybe not the best place for my first crumbed brie experience) but whatever was lacking in culinary skills was made up for in backdrop and weather.
This is such a rad place to spend a Sunday. Sure, I didn't find my ‘Ben’ like Britney did on her roadie, but cheese will do for now.
Until next time… Stay Rad-elaide.