Jul 11 2001
Farmers Market
I went to the Farmers Market yesterday, across the street from the 100+ year old Ferry Building. The Ferry Building is still in use for those commuters from the East Bay who prefer to read the paper, drink coffee, and relax as they are sped to work across the water instead of sitting and swearing in the traffic on either bridge.
I have been amused lately by the ad campaign for the City of Oakland. They have lighted signs on top of San Francisco taxis, and my favorite two slogans so far are: “I left my windbreaker in San Francisco” (due to the microclimates, it can be as much as 10 degrees warmer in Oakland) and “Give yourself a raise — move to Oakland!” (their rents are significantly cheaper).
The Farmers Market is across the Embarcadero from the Ferry Building every Tuesday, from 10:30 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. In addition to sparkling fresh local produce, bread, cheese, pasta, honey, and nuts (I bought sunwarmed, velvety peaches, heads of garlic streaked with violet, sweet onions, red and purple peppers, and a small loaf of Acme bread called a “twinkle”), there’s jewelry, paintings, t-shirts, and other local crafts. It’s nice to take a break from the dreary office routine and walk a few blocks to the market.
On the way there, I noticed that someone had written in heavy black magic marker on a bus stop “Don’t be an asshole.” I love the period — it makes it such a calm exhortation. And good advice, too.
Comments Off on Farmers Market