My third Saturday here, and I finally plucked up the courage to head to Moires for the busy, bustling Saturday market. Me and my mum headed into the centre of the town at about 10.30, plenty of time for the serious market-goers to have bagged their bargains and headed home, leaving us free to leisurely browse the stalls.
I parked on a side street, and we walked up to the main road (incidentally, where our favourite coffee shop is) and wandered along in the gorgeous sunshine. The market doesn’t particularly look like much, but there was a real buzz in the air, and some gorgeous produce on sale. I’m sure most of the stalls were being run by families that just grew too much so they head up to the market to sell their extra. I don’t think they are all farmers. But everything looked delicious.
The only thing that I didn’t particularly like was the butcher’s stall as he had skinned rabbits on display (ears still attached) and then a couple of live rabbits in a small cage just in front. I’ve never had rabbit, nor will I ever as I had a pet rabbit when I was little (her name was Bum Bums – I never thought it was a weird name, but it did raise a few eyebrows!). But I am being hypocritical as I do eat meat – and enjoy it – but if it was lamb on the counter and a cute cuddly lamb in front in a tiny cage I would definitely think twice.
At the very end of the market was a plant stall, and it was my treasure at the end of the rainbow. I’ve been struggling to buy herbs here other than parsley and dill, but this man had everything. I bought myself some basil, sage, parsley and coriander, and five tomato plants. I’m not much of a gardener – I’ve never had a garden – but my mum is very green-fingered so I decided to take advantage of her being here. She directed me while I planted: perfect partnership!
We also bought a carrier bag packed with oranges for €3 from a local man, some gorgeous large tomatoes and small cucumbers (that seems to be the way they sell cucumbers here – about half the size of what I’m used to back home).
There was a non-food aspect to the market too. Stalls which sell household goods (I was looking for an ice-lolly mould but they didn’t have one), clothes, shoes, rugs and so on, but I was less interested in those so we whizzed through that area. In fact, my mum was telling me that one of my neighbours here gets up really early every Saturday and heads to the market for about 8.30am to try and grab the best clothes, so they must sell okay stuff. I may linger another time, but I was keen to get home and plant my herbs!
After we’d finished looking around the stalls, we had a frappe looking out over the market.
It was a really good Saturday morning, and one which I’m sure I’ll do again quite a few times over the coming months.