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Arts and craft market, Lekki

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 Lekki Craft Market is a quintessential open air African market, which close to everything you need is available for sale; from furniture to food, from paintings to table cloths and CD’s; the list goes on. This market will engage all of your senses and emotions; as such one should come prepared to buy several items from this market. The walkways are flanked on either side by stalls laden with beautiful jewellery made from glass countries such as Ghana and Senegal, there are intricate wood and stone carvings with exquisite detail, some carry rare and old bottles used for oil and alcohol, some which date as far back as the 1930’s and 40’s you will find antique telephones, record players and typewriters, there are traditional Nigerian woven fabrics (aso oke) and batik pieces for sale, leather goods abound, with some goods made from alligator or snake skin, there are Benin bronze works, wood carvings, drums and masks and still, the list goes on. There are great bargains to be had and take time to engage your vendor about the origin of his pieces.
                             


Quick reference:
The Lekki Craft Market has no website, or contact information, so you’ll have to rely on your hotel staff and taxi driver to get you there. This market is a must for every visitor to Lagos. A 25-minutes drive from central Victoria Island, it is located 3km after the Lekki-Epe ezpress toll gate. Most taxis know how to get there.
Open weekdays and weekends
Visitors Tips:
  • Some price negotiation is expected
  • Keep belongings with you
  • Take a mix of denominations for purchases
  • If not driving, hire a state-registered taxi to take you there and back
  • Take a hat and water to stay hydrated, as it could get hot 
CREDITS: TOURISM LAGOS

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