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OB Farmers’ Market

Yesterday I met up with SB in Ocean Beach for the weekly farmers’ market. We held hands and walked around and looked at all the stalls, and bought oranges and sambusas, and then we went down to the shore and sat on the sea wall and ate and talked and watched the people and the water. Ocean Beach is still kind of rough-and-tumble, not too touristy, with lots of barefooted dreadlocked hippy-kids selling handmade hemp jewellery and attempting to play guitar for tips. Lol. Exactly the same as when I used to go there 20 years ago.

A lady sitting next to us on the sea wall introduced us to her tiny white mongrel puppy dog, Petunia, which was wearing a little red dress with hearts printed on it. A very sweet dog and a nice lady.

It was lovely, just sitting there, watching the sun go down, listening to the birds and the waves and the people and the wind, smelling the smoke from the food stalls at the market.

Here’s the almost-sunset:

We got ice cream too. I had huckleberry! I’m always excited to find a berry-flavoured ice cream. I don’t know why Black Raspberry isn’t popular in California. Boy were my hands sticky after oranges and ice cream, heh.

When it started to get cold we walked back up Newport and looked in the windows and went in to a couple of shops. In a dollar bin at Cow Records I found the Bob Newhart record that Pete Campbell is listening to in his office in one of my all-time favorite Mad Men episodes, “New Amsterdam”! SB bought it for me :)

Gonna listen to it now while I knit the edging onto my Girasole shawl:

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