So today....

I rode the bus into the city to meet Tobe and his co-workers at the Ferry Plaza Farmer's Market (held Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday along the Embarcadero).

Woah. Total party.

Supposedly, the thing to buy is a sandwich they only sell at the Farmer's Market on Thursdays. A little truck pulls up for a few hours and people line up by the hundreds to get a spot of heaven -- pork, spinach and special marmalade, heaped onto ciabatta bread. I only had a bite, but it was quite scrumptious. Tom, Tobe's fellow intern, expressed "you don't tell them what sandwich you want, you tell them how many you want."

After purchasing Toby's sandwich, we walked through the market to look at the other items up for purchase -- peaches, onions, strawberries, honey, flowers, coffee, and...drumroll...fresh sorbet. The sorbet is made from fresh produce from farmer's markets around the bay area. They make the sorbet by the quart and each quart comes out differently (because every fruit is different and special, just like people, right?). I am a total and utter frozen yogurt/sorbet/sherbet fanatic (in Provo, Tobe and I frequent Maverick thrice weekly) -- I had to have some.

We got orange chocolate and apricot.
*Note Tobe's sandwich. Nice.

So happy. (Sit up straight, Ann, sit up straight!).

Across from the Farmer's Market, merchants set up tents each day during business hours to sell their wares to businessmen and women on their lunch breaks and tourists as they walk by. One man was selling the most beautiful photographs -- they had the most stunning colors and surprisingly intriguing content. Tobe and I sat in front of his display for quite some time (we were debating whether or not the pictures were paintings or photographs because the colors were so vivid and bright).

As we were walking away, and I was deciding whether or not to take a picture of this man's "pictures" (I didn't want to spark an adverse reaction, yelling, finger-pointing, "that'll be 50 bucks, ma'am" -- that happens to me enough when I'm driving) three merchants almost pulled a Mary Poppins and flew into the sky as they were setting up a canopy. Being near, I quickly grabbed one of the poles and Tobe sprinted to secure another. One of the merchants, an older woman with hot pink lipstick, grabbed onto the pole with me -- we looked at each other with big cheesy grins and lost our breath with laughter as we flailed across the side walk. We watched in hope as Tobe, who was trying to contain the pole causing all of the trouble, leaped over display tables while an elderly merchant tried to direct him in Chinese. Toby finally reached the pole, we secured the canopy and with many bows and thanks, we were on our merry way.

Sadly, as any other day at the end of lunch, I parted with Tobe and headed for my friends on Bus 10 while Tobe crossed Market St. to 1st.

Sometime during lunch, the fog lifted off the city and it became a glorious day. Two weeks from tomorrow we are heading back to Provo. While I am excited to get back into the swing of things in P-Town, I will miss our little urban home.