Like A Teapot

This is the most deceptive and pathetic Farmers Market I have seen in North America. Not only is the scale of the thing small, but two thirds of the vendors are neither farmers nor profiters selling farming products. I was already surprised at the lack of a traffic jam walking towards it. I parked my car far away in anticipation of parking difficulty. But it turned out there was no need.

I bought nothing. The only thing that interested me was orchids, but they were too expensive. Most of the booths were selling crafts - not really arts and crafts but small jewelries. I don't mind looking at clothes, but not kids clothes. The few farmers there did not have much of a stock and their products were dull. Okay, maybe they were organic, but it was like I myself could pass on as a farmer by standing there with a few garlics or onions. I hardly saw anything green. The two carrots I saw were two little orange odd balls, not even in normal carrot shape. Anyway, it was a scene of scarcity, reminding me of Europe in WWII and China in the 1970s, with a long queue the only thing missing.