Richmond is about as historic as Australia gets. Australia’s oldest bridge (built by convicts) from 1823, a jail from 1825, a church built in 1834, cemeteries with headstones dating back to 1846, and all in a chocolate box pretty setting with a river full of ducks (which chased the kids for quite some way, trying to grab the bread out of their hands), quaint little shops and galleries.
Salamanca market is apparently the place to be on a Saturday. When we asked directions of a local, she told us to follow her. Oh, I said, are you going there too? Yes, she replied, what else is there to do here on a Saturday morning? She’s obviously never heard of lying in bed with the papers and a plate of toast, or maybe a plate of oysters would be more appropriate here. Anyway, I digress. The market is not particularly interesting, full of tourist tat, but behind the buildings is Salamanca Square where we were taken by surprise at the sight of a band of merry men and women very enthusiastically Morris dancing. Been a while since I’ve witnessed that particular delight.
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