It is quite the thing to do in the earlier part of Sunday. Maybe it is the only thing to do late on a Sunday morning after breakfast and before lunch. The Riverside Craft Market is, after all, just an easy 10 minute stroll from our hotel.
The market is small; my fascination at craft made by mass manufacturers from around the world fizzled after an hour.
But it was wonderful to see our friend at his weekend stall. 
Brisbane: the capital city of Queensland, population 2 million, third most populous city in Australia. 1 in 5 Brisbanite is foreign born.
The weather was perfect the 5 days I was there: clear blue cloudless skies the entire time. A sunshiny 20C during the day and a bracing 12C in the night.
There is nothing to dislike about the place - it is pleasant and more than adequately efficient for everybody.
But I didn't get any feel for the place. It is like vanilla. There is nothing to object to, but nothing memorable either. It is simply agreeable most of the time.
Before all memory of the place fades into oblivion, I will mention three restaurants which are almost worth remembering :
- Little Singapore on Charlotte, where the food almost made the cut as Singaporean.
- Mado where the bellydancer zipped in for the obligatory 20 minutes of weekend live entertainment and immediately left after her desultory version of a tabla solo.
- The Korean BBQ restaurant (the name has already been erased from my memory bank) where the smoke extractors are for show rather than function.
Brisbane. Vanilla. Except sometimes, one even manages to find fault with vanilla.
