|The San Francisco Farmer's Market|
I love Farmers' Markets. Small markets, big markets... I love them all. I think it's because it's in my blood.
On my father's side, I come from a family of maraîchers. (Vegetable farmers, or market gardeners in English). That was the family business. Needless to say, I am very appreciative of the farmers who bring their goods to city dwellers and sea gypsies with a craving for juicy cherry tomatoes.
|Patterns of figs and cherry tomatoes|
Saturday morning was cloudy and the wind was a little chilly, but it wasn't raining. We rowed to shore, hopped on the cable car, (from Aquatic Park, the F-Line takes you to the Ferry Terminal which is where this market is situated).
|A medley of peppers and eggplant|
Rick suggested we start from the left and go to the right. He has a very systematic way of navigating these kinds of environments. (Just like his father, when we'd accompany him to the flea market, (swap meet).
|Flowers for you|
|Mm, juicy grapes|
We're on a budget. A tight budget. This is a market in the city. It's not cheap. Still, we found small bits of delectables to make a very respectable picnic, that we are about to enjoy. With some cheap red wine of course... We have to cut corners somewhere after all!
|In the basket|