Saturday, 08-June-2024
While out and about, wandering and exploring Tallinn, I came across something I haven’t seen in a while. Something that called to me, from back in the olden days of living in Hood River, and sometimes Portland, Wilsonville, or even Cambridge in Massachusetts.
A primal event.
A farmer’s market!
I stopped, of course, because how could I say no to seeing what a European farmer’s market is like? Especially one from the Baltic!
Well, it was pretty big for a starter. I didn’t take many pictures, but please believe me that this was not a small affair. There were quite a few stalls, with quite a few people… with long lines looping around in many cases.
The booths that seemed to be getting the most traction were berry sales – strawberries, mainly, with people waiting in long lines 30+ people long. The lines moved quickly, as one would expect from just buying a pot of strawberries, but still. I was impressed at just how many people were queueing up… and with how many strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries they were picking up.
Past the berries, the farmer’s market stretched out into a full-on flea-market and swap meet. There were booths with clothes, dried foods, antiques and curios, and even a lingerie shop! A little bit of everything – I explored, but only actually bought some dried ginger and a few old bank notes from the 1960s CCCP.
Seemed neat, though, and I’m very glad I stopped!
