hippy market

every wednesday there's a market in es caná, ibiza. it's called the "hippy market", and has been here for decades. i can't think of a way to describe how immense it is, and it would be a total lie if i said sarah and i didn't get lost on several occasions... 

es caná is on the east coast of the island, which is alot more rocky, with burnt orange cliffs dropping into the sea. the actual market is surrounded by pine trees that cast welcome shadows on the many hot people below, rummaging through market stalls and weaving their way through narrow "pathways" (tiny gaps between stalls).

there were alot of handmade things at the market - lots of unique pieces that i've never seen in other markets across europe. it was refreshing, and meant that we stayed for hours - trying on hundreds of hand-worked silver & stone rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, etc. we found an incredible stall selling all kinds of genuine leather items, the coolest of which were leather boots with multi-coloured, woven cloth worked into the sides. looooved these, but somehow didn't think my already-at-20kg-suitcase would share the same love...

there were lots of buskers/entertainers spotted all through the market. there was a group of spaniards playing on traditional spanish guitars that we sat down and listened to while sipping on a freshly squeezed orange, melon, pineapple & watermelon fruit juice. it felt like heaven on our parched, water-deprived throats!

such a great market, and i'm sure there are many things that we didn't even get to lay our eyes on.... one visit simply wasn't enough to see everything. picked up a little silver ring with a deep blue stone set into it...a nice memory of ibiza and its hippy market.

que te cuides,

S.

love

seine booksellers

lining the riverbank from pont neuf to pont des arts are the green, wooden boxes of the seine river booksellers. at night the little boxes lie dormant, but during the day they open up into a snaking line of miniature stalls overflowing with old books, new books, big books, miniature books, foreign-language  books, etc... 

although that part of the booksellers is self-explanatory, the little shops/stalls also sell prints of famous artworks, copies of famous magazine covers & iconic images dating back to the 20s, both new & pre-loved postcards (i bought an old print of the arc de triomphe with a barely legible love letter from the 70s written on the back. cute), old keychains made up of random recycled advertisements from previous decades, amongst a sea of other oddities.

the booksellers run right up to pont des arts - the "love-lock" bridge, so the stalls leading up to the pedestrian bridge sell locks of all shapes, colours & sizes that passers by can then attach to the bridge's railings. i somehow always seem to lose track of time while strolling along the banks of the seine...i get caught up rummaging through old prints of paris (of which there are literally thousands), flicking through the  impressionist prints dangling from the roofs of the little boxes & snapping the same photos time and time again - everywhere i look just seems to capture a new moment of the quaint little existence of the seine river booksellers...

à bientôt,

S.

looking across the seine to the musée du louvre

a street busker playing a piano-ish type of instrument i've never seen before