Goin' to the Market

We live 6 blocks from the famous Pike Place Market. This is handy since we don't own a car. Every weekend, I amble down to the waterfront farmer's stalls with my canvas bag and buy the freshest produce around. Then I walk ten steps and buy bread that's still warm from the oven, followed by another 15 steps to the small cheese shop (goat cheese for him, creamy Port Salut for me). On most weekends I'll swing by the seafood stall and get a pound of salmon - we like salmon. They know me by name and we exchange updates from the week. One of the seafood guys won a makeover and went on TV. The produce boy just started fall semester at the local university. The cheese shop girl is into a new band...

As I lug about 30 pounds of food home, "This," I think, "is the life."