When the weather starts getting warm, I get the urge to go to the Market and get fresh produce from local farmers and vendors. (I had actually thought about going this past weekend, but I was too tired to go anywhere.) Hopefully the outdoor farmers' market and flea market will continue until the structure is rebuilt.
One columnist in the Washington Post wrote a touching tribute today. Here is a brief summarization of why Eastern Market is so precious to Washingtonians:
Eastern Market was what people talk about when they get all misty about the possibilities of a city. It was a place where people came not merely to gather necessities or shop for frills, but rather a place where people came to see and be among each other. I don't live on the Hill. I don't even live within 20 minutes of the Hill. But my family and I try to get over to Eastern Market regularly because we know for a certainty that we will run into people we know, that we will meet folks who will enrich our lives, and that we will feel as if we are part of something less random than a walk through downtown or a visit to a suburban shopping center.
It's so true. Visiting Eastern Market almost felt like I was going to the farmer's market back in Turlock. You meet some down-home folks, get delicious fruit for real cheap, and often run into people you know. Anywho, here are some photos from a trip I made to the Market last winter.
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Oddly enough I had planned on going last weekend, but was too busy. Sad. Apparently the produce vendors will be setting up in the area still.
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