Sunday markets

Just 2 days back, I went to Cagliari's famous Sunday morning market. In Italy, when they say 'market', you're not to expect a fish or vegetable market. Or any wet market of a kind. When my housemates told me they're going to this 'Sunday market', I happily grabbed my grocery bag and followed them out, in need of fresh groceries myself.

But what they headed for was more of a bazaar. A night market. Or a 'pasar malam' as we would call it back in Malaysia. Only thing it starts in the morning.

And you can find almost anything in this weekly Sunday bazaar. Where Italians (and also non Italians) open stalls to sell their unwanted belongings. Imagine a big garage sale.

As you would expect from any garage sale(if you have been to one), you'll find heaps of stalls selling off used clothes, books, jewellery, some antique collection, and also some unimaginable-just-pure-junk.

But also more typical in Italy and probably some other European countries, you find undrank alcohols and paintings. Nice paintings in fact.

You even find kids selling off their toys, where I spotted some Pokemon card collection that made me reminisce my own collection now collecting dust somewhere.

I even found a grown man selling Barbie dolls. Naked ones.

And unwanted chickens

And even an unwanted baby.

But other than that, you have in this bazaar what appears to be normal people making a living selling their fruits and vegetables which they reaped off their plantation to sell at a very cheap price.

I went home buying a 1kg bag of fresh tomatoes which cost only 1€. Which was the only thing I bought.

That's more than I could eat but well, one must protect himself from prostrate cancer.