Santa Monica Farmers Market, Wednesday mornings, get some. And the earlier the better.
This farmer and his stand were particularly adorable:
The “mother of all markets” is right. Well, in Los Angeles anyway. I am more in love with this gathering every time. It’s frequented with local chefs searching for their next special offering, as opposed to Saturday’s hordes of looky-loos who clog up the walkway. Sample snatchers. With these folk out of the way the vendors are also free to chat and share ideas.
Thanks to the mushroom guy for turning me on to these Black Trompettes. So earthy and delicious.
Great people-watching for the munchkins too.