Twilight markets down by the beach was a success.

There was music food craft and clothe stalls playground for the children and plenty of area to sit and enjoy everything around you.

Many years ago I was assisted in organising such a market and it is one of the best ways to see people living naturally interacting with each other.

A good sign is young friends walking of in two’s discovering what they can find with a little cash in their hand.

Free face painting for the children another feature and a man playing an acoustic guitar in middle of park engaging the crowd to harmonise with him. He liked to talk about his songs he was singing which brought connection with the crowd.

Defenses are down and the atmosphere relaxed which brings connections that you don’t always see if normally daily living.

We decided on eating Morrocon food and had a talk to one of the chefs about our time eating a Moroccon breakfast in Brisbane. He was happy to wait to cook our meal after we looked at the markets.

A young child must have only just discovered walking and was fascinated what my wife and I were eating on the colorful rug. The repeated attempts to come over made a connection with his mother. His confidence up from this interaction he decided I am going further next time. She apologised when she left which she didn’t need to for this market encourages risk.

Later I had my ear sniffed and I heard someone and looked around and it was a brown labrador/ retreiver dog next to me. It brought about a conversation with a couple about the dogs and their history.

Earlier I had met an author illustrator after buying his childrens’ book Surf Rider Joe. This reminded Z of a song in the 60,70s by little Patty and she sang it, och oh Surf Rider Joe… We spoke to the lady who makes colorful plates with resin. Another was selling linen cloth dresses and shirts, good if you don’t mind creases.

Watching a young girl waiting for someone was another experience as she cradled her phone like a child sitting bravely on chair at table. We saw a father interacting with his children playing hopscotch on the path.

It was at its busiest half an hour before finishing with food stalls flourishing and the last of the workers joining in the fray.

So we look forward to the next one and we will bring friends to share the experience.