Where its at.

Have you ever been to Rectango (Friday 6-7:30pm, that outdoor square behind Salamanca Arts Centre)? It captures Tasmania, really. Hippies and old men with big beards. Lots of bare feet, small children and The Dancing Man® style jiving. Last night was my first time and the music was good. I think I'll make a regular event of it, like Gwyd and Em do.

(Em and Gwyd have this theory that the hippies drive their Combie Vans up from Cygnet and sleep in them overnight so that they can waft around Salamanca Market Saturday morning. They probably park them all in the Boat Park and pitch tee-pees for their numerous homeschooled rat-tailed offspring.)

Also, something I love about Salamanca is all the familiar faces of people whose names you don't know. Like the Chunky Red-head who cackles outside Lazenby's and the Mature Age Perpetual Student Guy (everyone you know has had him in at least one of their classes). Actually, I do know his name, it's Michael. And Maude and her posse. And the two Mafia guys who work at Grape. And Marcello, of course.