Two subtle clues that the Embarcadero Farmers Market is more geared to tourists than natives:
- Organic zucchini sometimes costs $6.99/pound. OK, maybe that wasn’t so subtle.
- The market starts to close at 2:00.
At 2:00 p.m. on a typical Saturday, a significant percentage of San Franciscans have just awoken and sat down to breakfast with a gallon of coffee and a quart jar of aspirin. Everything you’ve heard about SF party animals is true. Still, the Embarcadero has its pleasures. Its greatest strengths consists of prepared foods: jams and jellies, pickled veggies, cheeses, sausages, olive oils and vinegars, that sort of thing. The prices are, shall we say, notable, but the quality is right up there with the best.
I present a few from yesterday:
The next photo shows one of the few poets in San Francisco who make at least a little money from his art. Any subject you want, rhymed or unrhymed, price negotiable depending upon length.
Finally a photograph of The Legendary Blackpool.
Why another picture of the Blackpool? Because I’m The Vonn Scott Bair, and guess what? I gotta fever, and the prescription is more Blackpool!
Channeling My Inner Christopher Walken Because Everybody Should, I Remain,
Vonn Scott Bair