Sunday morning and it was already hot. My boyfriend left to watch football with his buddies and I set out to explore.
Destination: Temescal Farmers Market.
Goal: Find crepe. Eat crepe.
Located in the parking lot of the DMV on Claremont Ave, The Temescal Farmers Market is actually in the Rockridge neighborhood. This part of town is quaint and picturesque, overgrown with vines and canopied by trees.
There is a mystery man who wakes up early on Sundays, walks to the corner of Avon Street, and posts his sign advertising fruit pies and ice cream.
Then he sits on his front steps. And waits.
“Ice cream,” I heard faintly from across the street. There he was. Sitting and waiting.
Oh, I wanted that pie and ice cream. But I wanted a crepe first.
“I’m going to the market but I’ll catch you on my way back,” I promised.
“I’ll be here,” drawled the mystery man.
Around the corner, I stumbled upon these tiny entrepreneurs. They sell jewelry and crafts across the street from the market.
These girls were so excited to show me every single item for sale. I chose a pair of earrings for $4.
As I turned to walk away, their adult chaperone quietly reminded them to “say ‘thank you’ again now.”
Crossing the street, I heard a giddy “Thank youuuuuu!” in unison.
Entering the market, you can register to vote and learn about mayoral candidates.
Or you can just eat here.
I chose a salmon crepe with green onions, yogurt dill sauce, lemon juice and ground pepper. It was so good I sat down to eat it.
“Next time you’ve gotta try the butter, sugar and lemon crepe,” advised Scotty.
Rashid likes the Temescal Farmers Market because of the ambiance.
“It’s the trees,” he says, “and the food, of course.”
Walking down Avon Street toward my car, I noticed the signs for fruit pie and ice cream were gone. So was the mystery man.
I was too late.