You know what I love about farmers’ markets? After you’ve been walking around in one for a few minutes, you’re surrounded by beautiful fruits, vegetables, flowers, loaves of bread, and juices of all kinds, and the sounds and smells of the city disappear. You forget you’re in the middle of a closed street, covered in concrete, normally clogged with traffic, angry drivers, and noise. Everyone seems nicer, everyone looks great, and everything smells terrific.
You buy your bundle of flowers and tray of strawberries, and as you reach the end of the market, you’re suddenly thrust back into something that’s unmistakably Los Angeles. I often forget how great those markets are.