Carrboro Farmers Market like never before
When we go to the Carrboro Farmers Market, we normally go around 8AM because I am a morning person and Grisha works early on weekends. Last weekend, we slept in. Until 10. Unprecedented. And I woke with a burst of energy and momentum so I pestered Grisha to come to the Farmers Market with me. It was our first time going “so late” and it was packed. I was too embarrassed and too crowded to take many photos, but I did manage to steal a photo of the artisan bread while waiting in line for a peach galette. I also snapped a photo of this car alarm growling at Grisha.