July 26. Day 206. To market. To market

I can not even imagine who would buy it ... or why. I presume it must be a novelty gift; the sort of thing you take home as a bit of a joke or a statement. I can only imagine what customs would have to say.
I'm not sure where in the house you display a crocodile head or why you would want a cane toad purse.
But there's a market stall devoted to these things at South Bank so there must be people prepared to buy them.
It's kind of gross even if I confess to spending an inordinate amount of time looking at them