Fremantle looked like a nice market town as we’d caught the ferry to Rottnest, so for Caroline’s parents last day, we explored what the markets had to offer. The town square could easily have been in Italy or France, dominated by the two old churches and smell of coffee being drunk by old men on a bench with caps on. We had a little trouble finding the markets themselves, and there wasn’t much else apart from the usual Australiana on offer. Not that we could actually buy anything as we’re trying to travel light and reduce our load, not increase it!