Port Douglas Day Eighteen - 

Dear Lola,

Sunday is market day, so while you're having a morning sleep I walk down along the waters edge, which leads me to a flurry of coloured tents with keen & friendly sellers inside. I absorb all things handmade, photocopying to memory the treasures that Jules & I could have a go making. Lola you score a gorgeous sunflower dress made in Mongolia, a pair of shorts and cotton pants (both handmade using the most adorable vintage fabrics - predominately floral). I dip into my pocket and spend some birthday money on a sterling silver bracelet with three turquoise coloured stones set into the silver. A colourful woven bag also made in Mongolia catches my eye. Papa walks away with a fresh pineapple & a bird whistle. 

Modeling your new shorts with your nut collection in hand

 The sun is beating down so we have a refreshing drink at the pub on the corner, and an early lunch of gigantic hamburgers that we eat as we watch the market life across the road.  We soon learn that if we want you to sit still for a long duration of time, a cup full of ice does the trick!

 

The afternoon is a lovely one, as we go for a little walk on the marina before staking a spot under a palm tree at the beach. You collect every nut, stone, leaf & piece of seaweed in the near vicinity and to my delight walk hand in hand with papa along the shore. 

 A cool beer at the surf life saving club with stunning views of the ocean, followed by a bbq by the pool back at 'Under The Mango Tree', rounds off another relaxing day in Port Douglas. 

Your mama