Saturday is Market Day, and Hobart does it better than most.
Over 300 food, arts, crafts, clothing, and flower vendors line Salamanca Place down by the harbor.
We browsed for a good long time; observed a bee hive behind glass following the activity of the queen bee; debated whether to buy a raffle ticket for a sleek wooden sailboat (and tried to imagine how we would get it back home); were tempted to buy yet another pair of merino-possum socks; drank ginger beer with a Tasmanian devil logo; and shared a salmon sausage on freshly baked focaccia bread.
As merchants started to pack up their wares, we climbed up Kelly’s Steps to walk a scenic route toward home. We passed a shop, Caravan, and its sign called us in: “the things you find along the way.” Beth loved the light-as-a-feather cardigans made in Nepal.
We continued on through Battery Point, an historic section of town.
In 1909, the famous screen actor, Errol Flynn, was born here. The Errol Flynn Reserve, a small park on the water’s edge, was named for him. We watched ducks and seagulls that reside on the green lawn leading down to the water before heading up the hill for home.