Five blocks from the apartment we’re renting, the Ballard Farmers Market offers fruit (in season blueberries!), vegetables, flowers, meat, and fresh fish. There’s also a craft market. Vendors came from Vashon Island, which is mostly undeveloped; Whidbey Island; and Seattle and its suburbs.
I’ve never been to a farmers market where fresh fish was sold, but I didn’t buy any today; I’m holding out for Pike Place Market. And this Sunday, I was cruising for lunch after working out. I didn’t really want to carry around a bunch of groceries.
Todd and I had crepes from Anita’s after a really long wait in line. Then we sat down on a curb to eat them.
The market was definitely packed but no worse than the markets in Missoula or Boulder. This one had a more intimate feel because two rows of booths went up a narrow street filled with people and strollers and dogs and musicians.
After lunch, Todd went home. Our timing was off all day, so I was always arriving at things later than he did. I walked around the market twice. I thought this booth was a good symbol of controlled mayhem. An entire family, grandma included, appeared to be working there, putting together $5 bouquets and throwing the rejects on the floor.
Remember the musicians I just mentioned? Well, there was a one-man-and-his-accordion band. Nick Moyer played some music from the Lord of the Rings, according to Todd, as well as the Godfather theme, Take 5, and “Champagne Supernova” by Oasis.
I like the suitcase doubling as a drum, but I couldn’t figure out why he had the pocket thesaurus on top. Maybe so the handle wouldn’t rattle?
Living here is very exciting for me; I haven’t lived in a city like this for so long, not since the 1980s when I lived in DC. Though Ballard is definitely a lot whiter than most of DC. Downtown Seattle is more ethnically diverse.
More photos of Ballard Farmers Market are on Flickr.
