Farmers market

I'm watching the farmers market fill up. 

Some of my market buys

Most of the vendors are in place. Shoppers continue to arrive. It's a great place to watch people. 

Most meander through, pausing to look before passing by. Most market shoppers like to make the rounds before going back for their picks. 

There are exceptions. Duck eggs, baguettes and anything from the one Amish produce stand — the line gets long, so stop if it's short. 

Most people walk counter clockwise, myself included. I just read the other day on the Alzheimer's Association website, that people tend to wander in the direction of their dominant hand. Since most of us are right-handed, that might explain our routes at the market. 

The Stevens Point market is nice. It's set up on the square downtown. There are benches and trees. It's prettier than the mall parking lot in Rapids. 

I hear the sizzle of egg rolls and crab rangoons cooking in oil. A vendor's toddler chews on a cucumber, watching people and keeping an eye on her mom. 

The French baker arrives. They chit chat in French as they set up their stand. It's fun to order in French. The line queues even before they have finished. 

A group of six shirtless young men in black shorts jog through. That's unusual for the market. Several more similar groups pass through. No young women, though. UWSP men's cross country?

It's also fun to see the dogs. A brown shaggy fluff ball strains at his leash. There's usually a puppy or two. As I type that, a German Shepherd puppy trots by. The sushi restaurant owner easily handles a St. Bernard "puppy."

The fountain comes to life. A woman and boy fill empty milk jugs from the arcs that keep changing. 

It's time to move. The baguettes are calling. I've got to get them before they are gone.