I didn’t see any obvious problems—but I’ll tell you—I developed a new admiration of the folks who get up before dawn every Sunday to set up their wares. I saw maneuvering by drivers of the trucks containing the produce and flowers and canopies and tables that I could never duplicate. Mostly it seemed to me, they were women drivers, who were able to skirt around their fellow vendors with skill and apparent good humor.
, they all still had their routine, unloading boxes filled with fresh goodies, putting up their canopies, unfolding their tables and covering them with cloths and then expertly taking their trucks off the street and parking them a block away.
As quickly as they were getting setup, early shoppers were examining baskets of berries, stacks of celery, mountains of tomatoes and bouquets of flowers. I stopped a lady who was walking down the sidewalk with a couple of foil-covered plates and was rewarded with being able to order one of her delicious crepes for my breakfast. It was one of those experiences that gives you good vibes. I think I need to come back more often.
