In Seattle, a friend in Ballard recommends a visit to their neighbourhood’s weekly farmers’ market. Despite the forecast for intermittent morning showers, I’m lured by any stroll through a market for bright harvest colours and freshly prepared food.
A slow meander through the stalls, letting curiosity be the guide. Fresh apples and pears here; ripe plump tomatoes there. From an assortment of red and yellow peppers; to an array of yellow and green gourds. Quickly, the appetite is on high alert. Quesadillas prepared fresh from the grill. Hot from the fryer, little donuts sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Happy dogs walking their humans; couples strolling with children; others sitting on the curb for a chat, nosh, and sip.
Curious about Scandinavia? Love food, too? Just as important, do you have some extra coinage to part, if your wallet hasn’t already emptied itself to the gods of accommodation? And frankly, just who is this god of accommodation to whom I should be pleading my case?
If your wallet has been fully appeased, it’s good then you’ve found yourself in Stockholm.
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