After a week of biking 10 miles every day, Saturday morning called for
something different. Something involving sausage, perhaps.
So it was that Tom and I drove to the Farmer's Market in Los Angeles. The Farmer's Market
features fruit stalls, vegetable stands, meat counters, fish booths, and nut shops.
There are several bakeries, and displays of candy, hot sauces, olives, and
other edibles line several long aisles beneath the shade of awnings and umbrellas. The colors
and smells delight the senses.
There are also many places to eat and drink:
breakfast joints, crepes, New Orleans cajun, donuts, wine and beer bars,
salads, deli sandwiches — even complete turkey dinners. Some, like the ancient Dupar's
restaurant we chose for breakfast, have their own seating, but most
serve your food on a tray which you then take to one of many common tables
nestled here and there between the stalls.
Immediately after eating breakfast, we went right next door for beignets
and chicory coffee. Mmm.