Oh yeah! That’s such a sweet memory, though that was totally at the periphery of my experience. My day started at 4 am loading the produce the useless boss was too drunk to get the crew to load and hauling ass while listening to Mexican radio to get there before all of the wax-bean looking raw food weirdos assaulted me an hour before the market officially opened. You know… while the precious energies were still abundant. At least in Merritt Lake in Oakland it was the Food Not Bombs scavengers who always came at the end of the day.
It’s really an incredible array. NYC markets are heavily regulated and everything has to be produced on the farm (with the exception of ingredients like salt). It’s totally appropriate for NY because it would be overrun by swindlers in no time and there’s no shortage of any product you can imagine within 4-5 subway stops of Union Square, but it does really limit what’s on offer and prevents it from ever being anything like the California markets.
Yeah, it was (is?) the entire day use parking lot. It’s so beautiful in those moments between the rush of customers to actually have a chance to look up and see the Civic Center, the mountains and all the lush scenery around you and be completely enchanted with your surroundings. Such an incredible area.
My first time ever seeing the ocean (unless the Gulf Coast in a hurricane on acid counts). Although I didn’t really “see” it as it was a night time skinny-dip. Which are really the worst kind of skinny-dips for numerous reasons.
