When Rachel was visiting a couple weeks ago, the weekend of the race and shower, we took Sunday evening for a long walk through Eastern Market. (And yes, I am drawing that one weekend of fun into multiple posts. It is nearing the end of the semester, and you don’t really want posts about me writing papers.)
I love Eastern Market. I love the colors, the bustling activity of yuppie people shopping for marked up produce, the venders hawking jewelry and clothing, and the flea market where you can rummage around for old treasures. Walking through the crowded market you can’t help but feel apart of something colorful, vibrant, alive, old, new. It is that distinctly unique market community.
besties in stripes and shades