Slow Sunday Scenes in the Village

 Rather than the more usual ride to the Village, we decided to walk to the farmers' market this morning which made this slow sunday scenes truly slow. From one Santa, one French Horn being polished by one man, one Gaucho alum, to three coyotes, a school of koi, a cast of choral singers, a multitude of bicyclists, and well, a mob of shoppers there was much to see. 


I have run into quite a few fellow Gaucho alumni around here over the years, and while the number of them who were riding at the time is somewhat smaller, there have been enough to make the think that, hmmm maybe there should be like a local team, or something. Tamera and I both called out "Go Gauchos!" loud enough for today's alumni representative on the bike to hear. She rode over to find out what all the commotion was about, and ended up talking for a few minutes. Turns out she had done the design for the team kit one year - the year that had the pink band on jersey and bibs, the only year that i bought a complete kit - jersey, bibs, arm warmers, wind-breaker vest. Cool. I'm not going to suggest we outnumber the local UCLA or USC alumni, but there are more than a few of us around.

Anyway, the Sunday market seemed a little slow at first, but picked up as the morning grew warm. People arrived pulling wagons, kids pushing shopping carts; people left with baskets and bags, and panniers overflowing with produce for the Christmas feast (or perhaps for tonights Solstice feast?), just a few days away.

who's more curious about whom?

like this mural a lot, but didn't see any info about it - Scripps College

sometimes i wonder if Finn sees them as just another dog, or something else - they sure rile him up though







market stylin'











tortilla making at Petisco's

today's music ensemble at the farmers' market


choral group


everyone likes walking through the water

the California poppies are really confused during this extended period of warm weather

see, there i am wearing the vest just this Friday past

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