Most Sundays see my wife and I driving or walking to Eastern Market and camping out at Lincoln Park for a few hours. Last Sunday, following our visits to the cafe and market, we decided to try the small triangle park across from the Big Bear.
I walked home to drop off our bag of strawberries and cherries (which were devoured in 2 days), and came back with my backpack: blanket, water, books, dog bowl and toys. There is plenty of shade in the park and here’s hope that others take advantage of the scene.
I have seen comments that the market experience was fairly “white” in terms of its visitors. That is a fairly accurate observation, as well as a valid criticism that may need to be addressed a some point.
In defense of the organizers, patrons of Eastern Market (you know, that bastion of neighborhood diversity on the Hill that will be receiving $30 million from us residents) do not exactly represent a slice of multi-cultural Americana. Moreover, starting a farmers market from scratch is going to be small and subject to the availability of its producers.
So, when you’re limited to a few hours, right dab in the middle of church services and after-church supper (as a Southerner, I partook in this routine every Sunday until I left for college), you are going to be void of a large segment of the black community. All that’s left is us white liberal heathens I guess….