Farmers Market

I arrived very early on an overcast day. I don’t like crowds and love rain so this was a good thing. Umbrellas, awnings and a hodgepodge of ovehangs protected me from the rain. The aisles were empty, showing a patchwork of warn and uneven concrete aisles. Only a few venders were setting up. Tables and chairs sat empty in somber corners, waiting to be pillaged by tired, hungry shoppers �ghting for a seat.

Umbrellas, awnings and a hodgepodge of overhangs protected me from the rain

An angel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and a man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .and some skulls

An angel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and a man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .and some skulls

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Betty Boop, a quondam icon of Holllywood,

scared and near tears,

was trapped in a glass case

PLEASE SAVE OUR FEET

Centerfold

Centerfold

I took a deep breath and was lured by diverse aromas of savory dishes. My eyes feasted on tasty colors of candied apples, bright oranges and Birds of Paradise. A lobster and a �sh swam by a stall. I was satiated. The clock struck twelve and it was time to leave.

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