One of my meetings happened to be near Union Square, so I found myself in the middle of the thriving Farmer's Market. It is one of life's small and annoying ironies that there is more--and better--fresh, organic produce in the middle of a big city than at most rural farm stands. In Rhode Island, I'll be lucky to find some Brussels sprouts along with three kinds of squash; in Manhattan there are so many different kinds of vegetables on sale that I don't even recognize many of them. And of course, the market offers its own peculiar brand of street theatre; everyone is haggling, laughing, arguing, pushing, squeezing, pinching, finger-wagging, and generally doing what New Yorkers do so well--acting out.
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I could not stop walking--I had booked so many appointments during my short stay that they were stacked one on top of the other. After I left the farmer's market, I headed to the Upper West Side for yet another meeting.
I was early--one always is, if one takes the subway--so I (naturally) found a few more snacks. I was beginning to feel like Winnie the Pooh, sticking a paw into every tree I could to see if I could find some more honey, knowing that I would soon be worrying about stoutness exercises. I note that while I may admire vegetables, I actually devour desserts.
Read all of Dominique Browning's post, a diary of a day in New York written for those of us who won't make it there for awhile.
Thanks to Dominique!
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