Love is in the air at the Sunday outdoor market.{Truth and fiction}
And at least one couple met and recently married.
On most Sundays I walk to the western side of the apartment complex and head south to the K-8 school, then east to walk south once again. I enjoy this route with its single-family houses—all with a front porch and some with wrap around lemonade porches.
A series of wide and large parks are in the middle of the east and west streets. One contains a fenced in playground for the wee ones. With tall bushes concealing he fence, one knows there are occupants due to the loud laughter. And, I pass folks walking dogs of all sizes and breeds.
As I draw closer, I can see the white open tents of the vendors and hear the music playing. Smells emanant from food trucks and squeals come from the bounce house. My smile grows wider, and I hurry a bit faster.
I stroll past tents with ethically made honey, breads, pastries, dog treats and juice. There is a plant lady, a mushroom king, a sea moss stand and a vanilla bran vendor. Lots of jewelry, hats, clothing and books. The book vendor, Elaine, covers the books with brown paper bags and writes a little description of what’s inside. Quite intriguing.
On most Sundays I walk to the western side of the apartment complex and head south to the K-8 school, then east to walk south once again. I enjoy this route with its single-family houses—all with a front porch and some with wrap around lemonade porches.
A series of wide and large parks are in the middle of the east and west streets. One contains a fenced in playground for the wee ones. With tall bushes concealing he fence, one knows there are occupants due to the loud laughter. And, I pass folks walking dogs of all sizes and breeds.
As I draw closer, I can see the white open tents of the vendors and hear the music playing. Smells emanant from food trucks and squeals come from the bounce house. My smile grows wider, and I hurry a bit faster.
I stroll past tents with ethically made honey, breads, pastries, dog treats and juice. There is a plant lady, a mushroom king, a sea moss stand and a vanilla bran vendor. Lots of jewelry, hats, clothing and books. The book vendor, Elaine, covers the books with brown paper bags and writes a little description of what’s inside. Quite intriguing.
I peruse the produce at Dan and Catherine’s space and purchase any pesticide free that I need for the upcoming week. Then to chat with the mushroom king, the bread family, then Katherine’s jams and pickled products.
Recently she posted videos of the wedding and as I watched the amazing and happy affair, I caught a photo of the newly married couple and thought the groom was the cheese guy! Alas, he’s her cousin so not a vendor-to-vendor marriage. So, if you are looking for a partner and possibly a new romance, try the Sunday outdoor market. You will see if you click by watching their interaction with vendors and attendees and what they purchase.
On a side note: in the 1990s, Baltimore Magazine wrote an article about folks meeting at the grocery store on Friday nights. Hank and I met at a mutual friends’ house and one day we were shopping and he laughed and said if we had met at Giant we would have looked in each other’s cart and got into different lines. His cart containing Coke-a-Cola, a box of Camel’s nonfiltered cigarettes, deli meat, cole slaw and potato salad, the yellow kind. Mine would have fresh produce and a juice with pulp.
Good luck and happy shopping.
I’m looking forward to our outdoor markets that open back up on March. ❤️