It's been a glorious weekend in Omaha, starting with coffee and news on the deck:
No, I'm really not scowling. Dave wouldn't let me put on my sunglasses.
After reading all that the Omaha World-Herald has to tell us, we took a ride downtown to the Farmers' Market in the Old Market section of town. Lots of local vegetables, lots of bake goods (ooohh, baklava!) and lots of music. This was a group playing some Cajun tunes. They had high hopes with that large pail for tips!
The Old Market is filled with these old buildings (many of which were once warehouses) turned condos. And look ... a fellow sitting there playing the clarinet.
Great window boxes. (Excuse the No-This-and-That sign.)
And, finally, a shot of a small section of the market, itself. AND, another clarinetist! This young man is much improved since last summer!
Maybe I should give up the knitting gig and go to work for the Omaha Chamber of Commerce!
I hope you picked up a breakfast burrito from my friend Dan on the corner: spinach and pineapple salsa and local goal cheese: oh my!
ReplyDeleteMISS YOU!!
-Elise