The ugly market

the view

My friends call it the ugly market, possibly because of the horrible layout or maybe the people who go there or some of the rubbish for sale, but it does have the best view in town and it’s more commonly known as the Milnerton Market.

I’ve never been there because it’s a bit far away to see something my friends call ugly, but today I landed up there. Unfortunately, we arrived just as many stalls were packing up but we still got a good look and even a couple of purchases. I say ‘unfortunately’ because .. wait for it .. it’s a treasure trove !!

More of a garage or boot sale than a market, you can find anything and everything you want , except ‘artisanal’ or ‘organic’ new-age overpriced poncy veg or cheese. I don’t know why I ever throw anything away when I could just park my car there and turn old rubbish into cash.

Phil and I spent a happy hour wandering from one stall to the next, chatting to the people and making comments in French about some of the more laughable stuff we saw. Phil was very tempted by some ‘My Little Pony’ items that he thinks he could resell for a fortune on e-bay but he put them back when I pointed out that he isn’t much of an expert in My Little Pony artifacts. I rather suspect he’s going to do some research and go back soon. There were some art-deco bowls and vases that we are convinced are worth far more than they were going for.

I bought a pair of extra-long socks and a pair of fingerless gloves. Both items are badly made in China and garishly striped with every colour of the rainbow – I can’t wait to wear them. It’s a good thing I live too far away to make it a regular thing, but I will be back.

Feast your eyes …

baking

These were a bargain and I’m going back to get some next time.

fruit

I wanted to turn the centre item to hide the scratches only to find the whole thing is one solid piece. Hideous but someone will love it.

kitchen drawer

Just pick up your entire drawer and sell it.

toiletries

Toiletries are big here.

zappa

Lots of vinyl here and I saw young people buying some which is cool to see, but Zappa would turn in his grave.

bathroom

All brand new bathroom stuff.

cameras

Some lovely old box cameras but sadly not in great shape so no fortune to be made on e-bay here.

postcards

These postcards are not even very old.

shells

Just pick up some shells on the beach, put them in a plain jar and add a price.

rope

An amazing assortment of ropes.

bone knives

Genuine bone handled knives.

suitcase

I liked this old ‘briefcase’. It’s deep enough to fit a laptop.

lamps

Lamps and shades, all in working order.

arms

Yup, even an arm or 2.

bottles

The ubiquitous blue bottles of yesteryear.

fax

20th century fax machine.

food truck

Every market must have a few food trucks.

plants

And some plants …

sheep

Poor little kitsch lambs.

french

No, we didn’t ask. Phil got excited at a book or 2 but resisted the urge.

market collage

A mish-mash of stuff …. check my fingerless gloves. I want a new beanie but even I draw the line at one that reads ‘Obey’.

 

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I am not a photographer and do not claim to have any particular skills whatsoever in that department. I have enormous respect for those who can see the potential in a scene and can create a great photo. Good photography is an art, in my opinion.

I am just a happy snapper, I have no special lenses or accessories, my camera is very simple and it's usually best to leave the setting on auto.

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