You’re sleek new finds
and proud terraces houses reminding a recently upmarket suburb of its working class roots.
You’re new trees that line the perimeter of purposefully built apartments, offices and train stations
but you’re also delicately tall pine trees and manicured potted trees that dress the courtyards of repurposed sandstone cottages.
The rainbow coloured balloons, bunting and hammocks of my memories still festoon the wrought iron detailed verandahs surrounding the market building.
But the treatss inside have definitely referenced more recent fads and fashions, including the ubiquitous unicorn.
Seen here as the inspiration for a flavour of fudge.
The honey layer cake further along inside was proving a huge hit with market goers.
I couldn’t find the Indian paisley printed, white fringed scarves we treasured as highschoolers back in the day but this wall of metallic knit scarves had me imagining the highschoolers of 2018 trawling the market for affordable accessories just as we did decades ago.
The adjacent food court is probably where we should have stopped for lunch initially rather than vainly looking for MacDonalds (it shut years ago, I’m told) before settling for Hungry Jacks (no comment).
You can ‘milk’ these cows in the laneway outside the markets.
They were a huge hit with the children.
But Perth will first and foremost always be about family for me. Firsts, new beginnings, happy memories remembered and new ones created.
Love you, Perth.