Scenes from the Summer Market

For a few weeks during the summer, the Saturday morning Farmer's Market moves from Progress Energy Field parking lot to Williams Park in downtown St. Pete. This is usually called Bum Paradise since this is the home of the homeless. The cops come and sweep the place of the bums, needles and what-not to ensure a reasonable experience for vender's and customers.

Kenzie needed honey so off we went.

Bum Paradise, oops, sorry, Williams Park provides perhaps 10-20% the usual tents you would see at the normal Farmer's Market.

Here you will still find the sellers of organic veggies, the woodworking of retired transplanted Northerners and the loom-weaving hippies who never grew out of that phase.

I'll bet this guy wasn't even born before Woodstock. He's a hippie wannabe. To be honest, I don't think we young hippie's ever made stuff on a loom. C'mon!

Oh look! Let's get something from Taste Of Ethiopia. This place is selling spices, dried carrots, lentils and vegan stuff. When I think of Ethiopia I think of death, malnutrition and starvation.

Carrying around a little smidgen of a red-head does have its advantages, however. This guy gave Norah a free banana. Breakfast and a show.

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