one of the many breakfast offerings in the Fremantle market…the casual and generous atmosphere feels like a throw back to the hippie era of free spirits – for example after chatting while she made pancakes, she handed me my bag and I left to go find a bench to eat them only realizing after I sat down, that I had not paid for them! I quickly ran back to give her my “dough” and she confessed she always forgot about the “money exchange” part of her job…
