Markets are always fun places to visit .
I remember as a little girl tagging along with Packiam ,our maid, who helped raise us, to the open air fish market .
First ,she would take a walk around the market, browsing all the fishes and vegetables on display.I would watch on in awe as she bantered with the vendors , their faces would soften and break out into a wide grin, revealing their betel stained teeth as they spied me standing beside her. She would then pick out the fish and vegetables our family was to have that day, keeping in mind the instructions from my grand mother.
Later on I happily joined my uncle and cousin and more often with my dad when he went to get our weekly vegetables.
Soo…. When I heard of the Riccarton Farmers Market held every Saturday from 9am -1pm at the Riccarton Park, I had to visit it.
The market, set on the picturesque banks of the Avon river with ducks swimming by on one side ,
,green grass lush and inviting people to sit and enjoy a picnic with family….on the banks …watching the ducks chasing each other and wee ducklings walking about knowing no fear.
the historic Riccarton House on the other side
and the stalls lined neatly in between … with an array of fresh produce ,…..