Three Saturdays ago we packed a picnic basket and went to hunt down the Hemel-en-Aarde boot sale. We go to the Milnerton boot sale (more commonly known as the Milnerton Market) A LOT, I doubt we’ll ever get bored of it, however the prospect of digging through the discarded gems of another area held a lot of appeal. We did not have much to go on except an event listing on a website and a vague memory of someone telling me it was a cool place to check out.
Halfway to Hermanus we stopped next to the road for the picnic breakfast and to toast the scenery we usually speed past with a glass of Graham Beck. The brute bubbles go down extra smooth when there’s a gaggle of silly cyclists going uphill to laugh at.
The boot sale (“Market in the Garden”) was somewhat different from our Milnerton Market experience. For one is very clean and organised, quite off-putting for bargain hunters such as ourselves. There was just one table with bric-a-brac the rest were new crafty items, food stalls and an old dude singing.
A visit at the pancake table dissolved all disappointment and by the second trip we were having a grand ‘ol time. I ordered the pancake filled with fresh lemon curd (made the day before according to the pancake tannie), which was delicious while the rest went for the classic cinnamon sugar. We washed it down with a hipster drink a piece, the Plus One had a Naked Mexican craft beer which he enjoyed until he didn’t anymore and L had the beeriest tasting beer with a deceptive girly name, Blonde beer. I was tricked into drinking rotten pear juice from a very pretty glass.
With a quick poll on Facebook the Plus One got us the names of two antique shops in Hermanus. Chilli Pepper has a really interesting collection of things but it’s all mixed up with new products, some made to look old, which makes it harder to find the gems. The Plus One found a spectacular robot arrow light for a song and I found a vinyl of My Fair Lady (the beginning of a theme party…). At the back of the shop there’s the Kitsch Café – a foreshadow of what our house will look like in a few years, filled Trechikoffs other klassy (see what I did there?) items. Still full from the pancakes we didn’t stay but the lemon meringue looked very very tempting.
I was particularly excited about our second stop, Romantiques, having heard great things about it from 2 different people. But not one of them told me about its biggest draw, the vintage department in the attic. Where other antique/vintage shops only use their really good stuff like vintage wedding dresses and top hats as displays, Romantiques actually sell theirs, you know like a real shop. Antique shop owners tend to be annoying attached to their good stock. According to one of the salesgirls only 2% of their stock are permanent display like the duke box and coke machine from the 50s that’s in working condition. Finding a top hat that fit the Plus One’s head almost made up for the skinny bitch wedding dresses that won’t fit my arm. I lie. I cried myself to sleep that night.
They also have a great selection of… well pretty much everything. Signs, coke memorabilia (old and new), fine china, books, army memorabilia and tacky beer mugs that becomes porno when you fill it up. They also have a cinema that plays old movies. They don’t have card facilities so be sure to bring cash.