The pop-up shop of my dreams is vacant, in the main street.
Bolstered by the sugar hit, we surged onward to one of the perennial favourites -the Antique Emporium. Again, the imports and repros don't do it for me but there are always bargains to be had and the owner, like me, is a fan of the rusty and dusty. The first thing which jumped into my hand was an Australian Monthly magazine - a kind of girly magazine from 1951 - but how can you not buy a mag with an article entitled 'Scientists explode bomb in woman's brain'? It did not disappoint.
Two bags of steampunk pocketwatch bits, pocketwatch faces, an antique frame, - oh the excitement. On the way out I saw some brilliant cameras and illustrations - I shall return with expendable cash. The Sister bought a lovely old tin car and a vintage Australiana tin - very nice.
The bonafide antiques were lovely, of course, and the prices are generally pretty reasonable but unlike some I know I don't want to have to ship furniture from one side of the country to the other. But then I've only been here two days.