I've been to Phoenix many, many times over the years but always for work. There was always a data center to visit or a service team or a group of programmers. In fact, the last time I was here strictly for pleasure was a childhood trip that my dad made us take in the Rambler station wagon. Our usual custom was to stay at a Rodeway Inn with a slide next to the pool, and I probably complained about the dry heat in a constant whine voice that drove my parents nuts. Now the dry heat doesn't bother me as much, and I decided to stay an extra day, Saturday, to see what I have been missing in Phoenix all these years. Someone at work suggested I stop here in the morning since it was fairly close to the part of downtown I was staying.
Early for a change, I found myself walking around the open-air market as people were setting up their tables and tents. Fresh produce was plentiful but so was plenty of other food from homemade tamales at The Tamale Store to freshly baked loaves of bread from Jerusalem Bakery. Fully ripened tomatoes appeared to be a favorite item here, and Abby Lee Farms had immaculately arranged basketfuls to sell. There were also non-edible goods like flowers, beeswax and wooden toddler toys. For a city as large as Phoenix, I was surprised the market didn't have a more permanent presence like Seattle's Pike Place Market, but it appeared to be inching toward that platinum standard.
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