Meeting an old girl friend is always fun. We have known each other since we started our nursing training together when we were still in our teens. An added advantage of our move to Qld was that my girlfriend and I were once again in lunching distance of each other. This we vowed to do at least once a month and this month’s rendezvous was at the Eumundi Markets.
These markets are the biggest markets in the Southern Hemisphere and with the weather perfect and school holidays happening the place was teeming with people. I was lucky to get a park and I headed through the old covered market to the large fig we had chosen as our meeting place. To my horror I discovered that there was more than one large tree and a board walk had been built since my last visit to protect the trees from the hundreds of people who trampled the ground around them, climbed them and were photographed on them. Myself included as you can see from the photo below.
So which of the several trees I had to meet her at I had no idea. Whilst wandering the boardwalk some music across the street drew me toward it. Like a puppet on a string I was pulled to its source, ignoring my girlfriend’s gestures to hop in the car as she had driven past as I crossed.
Not only did I enjoy the music but the antics of the upfront men had me laughing and my toes tapping all at once.
Naturally I just had to see what was behind the scenes. What a talent. To be able to play the guitar and harmonica, sing as well as making his dogs wow the audience. Simply amazing. I could have stayed there all day but I really had to meet my girlfriend. A quick phone call and we were soon together over a cup of coffee and a french pastry.
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I got a kick out of both of the videos you posted 🙂
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I’m glad you did. I certainly got a kick out of seeing it.
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Meeting old friends is always such a pleasure
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Yes I love it.
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