The Thousands

According to my dad, the love of a good fruit/veg/trash/treasure market is a matter of ‘passion’. I’m a lover of deliciousness, so the prospect of buying $1 rockmelons, 80c fresh herbs or a buck a kilo amazing grapes definitely rouses some kind of passionate sensation (could just be hunger). Add a bunch of amazing (cheap) junk, as well as one of the most honest cross-sections of South Australia’s immigrant population and you have Sunday morning at the Gepps Cross Market.

My personal favourites are the kids selling a truckload of eggs, butane and red bull, but I must also mention the old guy with the cotton pants so unwashed that they’ve turned into leather (apparently he hasn’t washed them since I was a kid), the old farmers who have spent every Sunday here for 20 years, the
Italian baker who forced me into a 15 minute discussion about the price of flour in WA and the old greeks who sell and are completely OBSESSED with watermelons (50c a kilo, and none of that seedless garbage).

Actually, everyone’s obsessed with what they’re selling here, even the junk, which makes the trek here with an intense hangover COMPLETELY worth it.