Salamanca Market...

From what I can tell, everyone likes to mosey around some type of market. Whether it be for food, crafts, art, instruments or any random object, there will always be people there browsing the white tarp tents for a touch of joy. Markets like these bring people of all sorts, shapes and sizes together for one purpose, to smile. 

Walking around the stalls of the Salamanca weekend market does just that. With the streets blocked by a sea of peaked tents, masses of people grazed the makings of each searching for that one little smidjick to place on their shelf. There were sculptors, honey keepers, woodcarvers, and soap makers. Collectors sold next to the jewlers while the clothing and the wind chimes swung gracefully in the light breeze. The streets were buzzing with excitement discovery. 

All in all, this was unlike any market I have ever been too. The length of it was a bit more than a full football field. The only way to understand what I am saying is to get your booty down here to Tasmania and explore the market with me!