The Flemington Sydney Markets are a sight to behold at the delightful hour of 6am. The first time I ever went was absolute craziness: super-busy, forklifts driving backwards at break-neck speeds, more forklifts than people, palates of fruit flying around, cars have no right-of-way, packed with people yelling and smoking and pushing rickety wooden trolley-things, and... you get the picture: a huge shed (several sheds, in fact) packed with grocers. (I've now been a bunch of times, and I've realised that the first time I went was uncharacteristically wild: a bit of a trial by fire, I guess).
But it really is fun. Where I live there are about twenty families in a co-op. So we take our turn and use that buying power to get boxes of yummy, yummy fruit and veg. I think today's highlights were probably the delectable little new potatoes and the snow peas.
My favourite ever experience of the markets was (on that first visit) being sold nectarines by an angel - at least that's how I remember it. This middle-aged lady had a couple of palates of white-flesh nectarines; they were some of the best I've ever tasted. And then when I went back to buy some more... she was gone! Vanished. Sold nectarines by an angel ;)
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