Our farmers market
It's the slow season, or the rainy season, or the not very many tourist season. But I love it! Everything slows way down. The jungle sort of takes over, the roads get smaller the pot holes get bigger. The farmers market gets smaller as well. Not much to choose from, and that's OK by me. I am not fighting for the kale, like a wedding dress sale where all the ladies jump in all at once. I get my little stash of veggies and go home, and look how beautiful they are. Sometimes blemished and always tasteful.
The road to the farmers market.
Yes old tires are very useful.
I wish I would have gotten a pineapple this time.