I went with a friend to the Farmer’s Market today.
There were people everywhere, fresh berries by the pound, cherry tomatoes warm from the sun.
It’s funny because this is such a huge part of the social scene of this town. Go to the market, see everyone you know. It’s strange and a bit surreal. I have this feeling that it won’t ever change. It feels like I could come back in one hundred years, and go to the market, and it would be the same stalls and the same people.
It’s not a bad thing. It’s just one of those small town/hometown things.
It is kind of fun to know that I can go there and catch up with half of the people that I’ve been wanting to see. We can eat fresh fruit and talk in the sun, and it’s wonderful.