To market, to market

We went to the Prahran market today. It is definitely one of the highlights of Melbourne, at least so far. It's full of fresh fruit and veg, loads of tasty dips, fresh bread, homemade yoghurts (we got the passionfruit and banana - yum!), flowers, nuts, organic meats, fish, a stall that sells nothing but potatoes, another that specialises in wild mushrooms, cheeses, every sort of fresh food you could want. We got four kinds of dips - hummous, tzatziki, and two spinach dips. We also got an organic brown bread baguette for dipping.

This is our third market excursion - we've been there once before, and went to a night market last night. It had all sorts of clothes and goods for sale, along with food from around the world. We got burritos and honey dumplings (sounds weird, but very tasty) and sat out on the pavement watching a jazz band and a group of bellydancers (who performed separately, though a jazz-bellydance fusion would have been cool).

And in property market news, things have finally started to look up. We got an offer on one of the places that we'd applied for....but turned it down. Problem was that by the time we were offered it this morning we'd seen several other places that we decided that we actually preferred when we thought about it. And we did think about it for half an hour or so, but in the end determined that we were in with a reasonable shout of getting at least one of the other spots we'd applied for and so decided to hold firm. The property we were offered also wouldn't become available until 7th march and we are anxious to get out of the hostel before that.

Still the offer was heartening and several hours later we got a call from another estate agent making some preliminary enquires about our financial status before presenting our application for a different apartment to the landlord. We may hear something tomorrow about that one, and if offered, we'll definitely take it. it's in a great location and although quite small is nice and bright and has a balcony overlooking the building's courtyard. Still, musn't get too ahead of ourselves.

In the "It's a Small World After All" category (and you're welcome for now having The Most Annoying Song Ever in your head for the rest of the day), we ran into Aoife, who, it turns out, is living around the corner from us. Go figure. Leslie met up with her for a while, but Cass was sick (she's had bad jetlag, with headaches and throwing up, but she's better now) and had a coffee. We'll probably meet up with her again soon.