Saturday Market

Went to the Saturday Market. Nice atmosphere, lots of colors, and unlike most primarily craft-based market/fairs, not only was there a fair number of people there, a whole spread of the human phenotype expressed itself, not just old people and hippies. Some of the street performers were actually pretty good and surprisingly original. The craft section was a little less so, there being only so much of a demand for random-order bead assembly bent-wire jewelry, dream-catchers, unusable knit things. I spent most of the time in meander, looking for a booth that had been advertised of "recycled art" because a couple of the pieces looked like good gifts. That booth never materialized, like coming late into a story about a weird antique shop that the protagonists desperately seek answers from regarding their purchase but which has disappeared as mysteriously as it arrived. Or the story in reverse and without a second half.

The Farmer's Market section was pretty good. I bought a quarter ton of sweet plums, a garbage-bag's worth of sweet prunes, and the remaindered corpse of the Jolly Green Giant, as rendered down to sweet pea pods. There was a fair selection of honey, raspberries, and goat cheese, but I don't need honey, raspberries are best shared and this flight is still solo, and a punching bag's worth of fine cheeses are still in the meat-n-dairy drawer in the fridge.

Ended the day with a medium Apple Ginger Beer, expecting something like Birch beer or ginger ale, but instead getting something like apple-cider that had been razed by a burning army of ginger.

And now I'm home, waiting for the free-food evening the Uni promised and attempting to figure out how learning was meant to go when you reach the point I have.