Written by Samuel Smith
So here’s the 411: after PaRtYinG a little too hard, you wake up on a Sunday morning with two questions. 1.) How can I fill this void in my soul? And 2.) Where can I buy a full Fubu tracksuit and a complete 50 Cent discography including all unreleased material? Luckily for you, both elusive answers lie in a mythical place known as the Fishermen’s Wharf Market.
Upon arrival, you will be greeted with over 100 stalls spread out over two floors. Ignoring the four stalls that sell nothing but taps, the Ghetto Connection stall, and the epileptic fit inducing “Faerie” stall (yes, that’s the official mythological spelling according to the lady who runs it), the market actually sells a heap of REALLY cool stuff. Countless antique stalls lay scattered over the two floors, and for the most part, they are absolutely psychotic. Just imagine a Hoarders episode, but replace the dead cats and soiled children’s clothes with antique clocks, vases, artwork, books and jewellery.
Once you manage to tear yourself away from the friendly yet slightly psychologically unsettling antique shop staff, you can be sure that your inner treasure hunter will be satisfied. The market is also home to a variety of themed vintage clothing stalls, specialty jewellery stalls, book stalls, record and CD stalls.
As the day draws to a close, take a moment to review your bounty and prepare to be enlightened. “Why do I feel like I know so much more about myself?” you might ask. “Why did I just buy a Mariah Carey Christmas single and a large inflatable chair?” questioned my sister after her last visit. While I cannot answer either question, It would not be a stretch to say that your “subconscious” purchases may help you explain just a little bit of the “unexplainable.” Last time I visited I walked away with a P.Diddy album, a Lego house and a ukulele, so I certainly ain’t complainin’.
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