We arrive on Salt Spring every year in the midst of one Saturday Market and depart Salt Spring every year after spending a few hours in town during the subsequent one. A market like this works well in a place like this, where it seems like half of the population lives in bliss and near-poverty creating wonderful things and the other half lives in desperate luxury, lusting after what the other half provides - art, pottery, jewelry, goat cheese, tie dye dresses, and organic chocolate cookies.
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