Last weekend I decided to do what I’d been planning on doing forever; visiting the Merchants Yard Market at East Wall in Dublin 3. I used to spent a lot of my weekend mornings in the Netherlands searching for gems on all kinds of markets and I actually started to miss it for a bit. A quick Google search showed me that I lived kind of close to a very big market.
A Yelp User described the Merchants Yard as: “This is a truly odd, bizzare, strange and grotty place.” Naturally I needed to see this for myself. The Merchants Yard wasn’t hard to find at all; already from the beginning of East Wall there were signs everywhere. Aside from those, the hipsters strolling around with fluffy purple teddy bears, beaded chandeliers (okay there was only one), dusty guitars and carrying old leather suitcases were a pretty big clue I was heading in the right direction.
The boot fair wasn’t at all that interesting to be honest. But against all flea market etiquette, it was already 3 o’clock in the afternoon when I got there. To find the real treasures I should’ve been there the minute the market opened. My bad. The indoor market was the real deal. Omg, so many knick-knacks.
O-kay, nothing to see here. Move along!
I think I found this place the highlight of my visit to Merchants Yard. They have, well, you can read it right on that door. Also, it smelled unexpectedly nice, a bit like a church.
Eventhough there was quite some awesome stuff and the fact that I was really tempted to adopt Hagrid, a gazillion of books and a dusty aul piano I’ve been really good and only brought these four items home. I only realised today they are all floral… A plate and a bowl that’ll definitely cheer up every meal, a bracelet, and…The mother of all trinkets: a tiny box that almost nothing fits into, but that looks really pretty. It has some Russian writing on it also and I wonder what it means.
Going home I discovered a pair of shoes hanging from electric wires. I thought it would be a quirky prank and laughed. Talking to my local friend about what I saw she said it’s actually a sign for drug dealing and that that’s a meeting spot. Oh Dublin, you never fail to amaze me.