Maybe it was the wistfulness of the busker’s song or his cheerful puppet, stirring old childhood memories. Nowadays, it’s the random things that move me. Kinda ridiculous but there you are. Made a great photo though. We arrived at Nelson’s CBD at 10.00am and it was humming – a massive carpark full of shoppers looking for quality goods, conversation and the spice of gossip. The thing I absolutely love about New Zealand outdoor markets is that it tends to attract likeminded people. It’s the camaraderie within a market community that appeals. You can start a conversation with a total stranger and unlike some overseas markets, the vendors aren’t pushy – they’re just happy you’re interested in their product and artwork. You needn’t feel the awkwardness of walking away without buying anything – I’ll remember their nice attitude and will be returning very soon – maybe to buy that stunning candelabra. Yep, that’s how it works folks.

Where food’s concerned, Michael’s a reckless buyer. I hear no end of lectures from him about wasting money on “nonsense”, yet matter how much bread we have at home, when he spots German bread, some hapless shopper is in danger of losing a limb from being trampled underfoot by a very focused 6ft 3in German. My Kiwi system has difficulty in adjusting to the bulk contained in German bread. I remember my first visit to Germany when things kinda..just..stopped working for a while. Without my knowledge Michael consulted Klaus, the darling father-in-law. Klaus insisted on accompanying me to the nearest and busiest supermarket to purchase prunes. At the checkout, he bellowed in his basso profundo that prunes would soon get my bowels moving, Everyone else in the line nodded sagely. I left the premises pale with embarrassment. Hey don’t ya just love all that organic produce, especially this stall with it’s dukkah and spices:

…and it’s not just Kiwi accents you’ll hear you’ll hear at New Zealand outdoor markets. There’s a smattering of Italian, Germans selling Schwarzwaelder Schinken (thinly sliced smoked ham) and that darn ‘bung-up-the-pipes’ bread. On Saturday, one stallholder tried to give me a cooking lesson on how to cook floury Agria potatoes. Me, the cheek of him! Gotta tellya about the most amazing woodturning craftwork at the Nelson market and hope the above photo gives you some idea of the artisan skill involved. I wanted to buy and buy but was gently guided away by concerned hubby back to the bread and spuds. Sometimes that man is too practical.

2 responses to “Nelson Saturday Market – real New Zealand”

  1. Elaine says:

    Hey, guys. I also love the Nelson market on Saturdays. There is a lday there down n3ear
    whitcoulls who makes Barbie doll clothes. How she make and sells knickers for 50c I don’t know. This is also where I first found Anatoth raspberry jam. Still buy it

    • GuestNZ says:

      Hi Elaine, nice to hear from another fan of this fabulous market. We have totally fallen in love with the Smokehouse products. Also there’s a great stall advertising classes for outdoor artwork and sculptures.

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