Saturday is Santa Fe Farmers’ Market shopping for HG and BSK. Pure joy. Yes, here are lots of peppers. The air is perfurmed by the beguling aroma of roasted green chiles.
But, there are lots of other things in the stalls. Little potatoes. Tomatoes. Baby eggplants. Turnips and radishes. Fresh garlic.
And, at Mr. G’s stand, the best baby lettuce, frisee and Asian greens one can imagine. In the indoor section of the market there are breads, cheeses, pickles, quiches, etc. Much music. HG’s favorite performer is a dark haired lady who favors colorful hats. She sings in Spanish and French. Her French versions of “La Vie En Rose” and “Autumn Leaves” are riveting. Better than Piaf. As HG listens, the hungry old guy is plunged right into the heart of Paris.
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