Saturdays at Salamanca – Wet Saturday

This morning I headed to Hobart to go to the Dolls House and Miniature Fair. It was grey and drizzly; the kind of day where you can’t see the top of Mount Wellington but 11 am Salamanca Market was still fairly busy. It’s winter in Hobart and the locals are used to it and the tourists need their market fix. The stallholders covered their wares with heavy sheets of plastic. Buyers and sellers alike were rugged up in warm jackets and hats and umbrellas were in evidence. If you didn’t have one you could buy one there along with brightly coloured woollen scarves, locally made beanies and thick socks. Coffee stalls were doing a good trade. The cafes and pubs in Salamanca place have awnings and outside heaters so their business was not affected by the bad weather all that much.

Wet Saturday at Salamanca
Wet Saturday at Salamanca


I was headed for the Salamanca Arts Centre as the fair was being held in the Long Gallery in the upper part of the building. Downstairs there are little galleries, arty shops, cafes and the Peacock Theatre.

Deja Vu, second hand books.
Deja Vu, second-hand books.
A window display in one of the stores in the old building
A window display in one of the stores in the old building

I will be posting about what I saw at the fair on my doll blog later so I’ll just say that I’m in awe of the people who make these tiny things.

This way to the dolls houses.
This way to the dolls houses.
Inside the Dolls House and Minatures Fair.
Inside the Dolls House and Miniatures Fair.

After spending an hour at the fair I decided to go to Salamanca Square to get lunch. It was still pretty damp but not so bad that I couldn’t sit outside. There are several cafes and restaurants in the square including one which is also a self service laundry. There are a few shops too selling books, camping and outdoor wear and Socrates,my favourite shop in the square, which sells unusual toys, games and gifts. I had a coffee and a chilli chicken wrap at the Salamanca Bakery and watched three lads who were busking near the fountain. One of them had dreadlocks, the drummer was wearing a Onesie. They were pretty good too.

Cafes in Salamanca Square.
Cafes in Salamanca Square.
Musicians busking in Salamanca Square.
Musicians busking in Salamanca Square.
Note the creative use of dustbins.

Finally it was time to go and I headed up Murray Street to meet up with Hubby in our arranged meeting spot. On the way out of the market I saw this.

If anyone try to tell you that clothes don't grow on trees show them this :)
If anyone tries to tell you that new clothes don’t grow on trees show them this 🙂


I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

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