September 2012
When I am traveling rather aimlessly, I often stumble upon a farmers market. I find myself strolling through the aisles, imagining what I’d buy and what I’d make if I lived in one of the beautiful townhomes or cottages or enviable apartments just yonder. So it was I came to wander through peaches, surprising squashes and bold flowers at a market near Dupont Circle, in Washington DC. Had I not been quite satisfied from my brunch at Birch & Barley, I may have sampled here and there, but alas, this stroll was more about appreciating the still lifes that appear with each new stall of local bounty.