Saturdays are market day about 20 Kilometers inland from Noosa in Eumundi, a small town probably not known for anything else. But on Saturdays it comes alive with three markets, sprawling and melding into each other, with about three hundred vendors. The stalls range from produce to every ethnic cuisine imaginable, from massage tents to tarot card readings, from skin lotions and potions to erase wrinkles and firm faces, from hand sewn clothes and nappie (diaper) clutches and everything in between.
I am not sure they let you depart at the Sunshine Airport unless you can prove you have bought something at the market, or at least visited.
The drive there was easy, the day was hot and the breeze was non existent that far from the water. The market was colorful and crowded and we wandered through for a couple of hours finding new sunnies for me, a unique house ware to bring home and even one of those hand sewn nappie clutches to stash away as a gift for the next newborn at home.
The day, which started as a bit overcast and almost foggy, had burned off and we sat a bit at the pool, as I am finally on book #2 after three weeks and vowing to finish the Alice Hoffman easy read novel before we leave Noosa, if for no other reason than to eliminate its heft from my luggage. I had an early whistle as I had a touch up appointment down the hill at 3:30 where Kelly did a great job washing away the considerable grey and glazing my entire head to subdue the sun bleached streaks popping out all over. Each time I have to do this, not sure if it will come out good, I get tempted to simply stop and go Santa Fe gray. But then my two hours in the chair are done and my hair is dark and shiny and I am readdicted to trying to look young.
Steve is refusing to walk up the hill anymore from town to our apartment, so we drove down for dinner, no reservation, and stopped for a light bite of pizza and salad at Miss Moneypennys.
OK, please scream at me if I get pizza again in Oz. I do hate to be a pizza snob, and what they have is tasty, but they just cannot make great dough or make it thin and crispy with a bit of a char. Nor is it NY style, nor is it even good New England style.
After dinner, we strolled the main drag, Hastings Street, with everyone else visiting Noosa. It was Saturday and they were out in force. It was just like the boardwalk in A.C. in 1965. There were couples holding hands, she in a sundress with sandals and he in Bermudas. There were the requisite groups of pre-teens hanging at the ice cream shops. Some strollers of young families, with two or three kids either in tow or in utero. And a general, old fashioned, overall "all is right with the world" feeling. There was just a lovely buzz in the town, a big Saturday night out just walking, under the trees with colored lights and the surf so close.
We couldn't resist a nightcap of the Nitrogenie ice cream where they use liquid nitrogen to fast freeze the individual batch ice cream they make for each customer. 
And it will be hard to say, when we return there again and again, if we will keep getting the salted caramel popcorn flavor, with pieces of super crunchy popcorn embedded, or try another new and crazy flavor each time....or maybe just stop to watch the show since we are clearly not doing the uphill walks anymore to burn those calories.
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