Eat your hearts out, Paull in NYC and Eliza in Ibiza, your Momma went to Revesby Markets on Saturday. The band played Waltzing Matilda (really), the scout group's sausages sizzled, the Lemon Myrtle products stallholder told me all my women friends would be jealous if I started using his moisturiser. There were cupcakes, hats, jewellery, tea tree products, assorted junk, unusual finds, on a beautiful spring-like day. I did feel as if I was in a country town circa 1950. Actually I have been to markets from Covent Garden, London to Eumundi, Queensland, from Paris to New York, and I love the market vibe - it's the same all over the world.