I love going to the Farmer’s market on a Saturday morning. It’s truly a sign of a lazy weekend – a lovely relaxed weekend when we don’t *have* to do anything. Apart from meander up to the farmers’ market, girls on the scooters. Us carrying the backpack and food bags.
Today we were early which meant we arrived before these little delights had all gone. Usually we get there an hour before it closes and I’d always wondered what the artisan tart ladies sold. I usually would see one or two rather splendid salads left so I did rather suspect a bit of magic we were missing out on.
Magic indeed. We’re going early next weekend for more.