Last week I took a stroll through Eastern Market. Every weekend street vendors gather to sell everything from golf balls to gourmet pickles. It's six glorious blocks of flea market paradise. They've got everything you need and everything you don't. As you might expect, I didn't buy anything, but I did do a lot of people watching; the shoppers are just as varied as the shops. Knowing that you walked all the way from one end to the other without succumbing to impulse buying is quite a satisfying feeling. I recommend you try it. At the end of the line of tents is a cafe with an outdoor patio where you can put up your feet and listen to a local jazz band.
Cheers to all those pickle lovers out there!
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