A Farmer's Market.
|Top, Sunglasses: The Loft. Cut-off Jorts: Macy's (cut-off by me). Sandals: Ross.|
There's nothing I love more than a great farmer's market. Just ask my sisters. It's kind of an obsession.
The flower row.
Makes me wish I wasn't living in a hotel right now, so I could bring a big bushel of these home with me.
If I only had a vase.... sigh.
Cut-off jorts. Summer.
Live music by aging men in Hawaiian shirts singing Bob Marley.
There really is nothing better.
Your farmer's market is magic. And the fact that it runs April-Oct. is bananas. No pun intended. And also, you are just about the most picturesque little city I have ever seen. Your main street is classic, the caboose-turned-barber-shop makes me die, and you're nestled in the middle of two gorgeous mountains. I've died and gone to Cori heaven.
This. is. love.