Another beautiful day in the neighborhood; more specifically, a couple of hours spent wandering around Washington, D.C’s Eastern Market.
A stretch of road that extends south of the Capitol, leads to a quaint, tree-lined neighborhood neighborhood that exists nestled into the workings of our nation’s capital. There–in a shocking manner–the roads are cut off for public use, as they are lined with tens of tents that house anything from fine jewelry to buckets of tomatoes.
On one side of the tents lies a flea market, and on the other, lies a long brick building that is part of the Eastern Market.
Vendors line the inside of the building, boasting cheeses, meats, nuts, fruits, or vegetables. Customers ping-pong from side to side, carrying tubs of fresh guacamole, or bags of peppers.
I was among all of this quaint bustle last Saturday. That description might make no sense, but there’s really no other way to describe it. And if just being immersed in the atmosphere weren’t enough, I left with some super yummy food. Two Honeycrisp apples (aka the best kind of apple), two Barlett pears (aka the best kind of pears), and some fresh guacamole, ’cause what girl doesn’t love guac.
Yes, Eastern Market had pumpkins, mums, and gorges, but ultimately, Eastern Market (+ the 80 degree temperature in DC) was one of summer’s last breathes.