I remember when then the town first announced that they were starting a Friday night farmer's market. It seemed poorly planned: who wants to go food shopping on a Friday night? Little did I know how perfect the concept was. It's only one part shopping. It's a weekly giant block party with music and food and wine and beer.
It's a little overwhelming sometimes. The journey to buy our weekly ration of five dozen eggs ( we really love eggs), is interrupted by a half dozen people to wave to or shake hands with or hug depending on familiarity.
This year two of my aunts and my brother started selling in the art section-- planters and drift wood hangings and beaded jewelry. If you end up down there, you should swing by and say hi. It's practically a family reunion down there.
You run into friends who offer you a covert orange crush. You get a few quarts of strawberries right before the season ends. You try to remember to get your shoes from the beach gate before venturing home with a stroller loaded down with what you hope is a week's worth of produce. And as it turns out, it's a perfectly great way to spend a Friday night and the town knew what it was doing.
Farmer's Market Year's Past : One and Two