I’d heard a lot about Eastern Market, but it was only when my friend Joyce was visiting that I ventured out to have a look.
It’s an indoor food marketplace during the week and a large, thriving open-air market on Saturdays and Sundays. We dropped in on a Sunday and got some real flavor of the place.
It was a hot afternoon and we wandered around a hodge-podge of vendors, where hawkers of strawberries and peaches were next to artisans with their hand-crafted jewelry. We stopped at probably dozens of jewelry stands, admiring the handiwork and Joyce assessing how she might make a certain necklace with materials she has acculmulated over the years and skills she has honed through classes and her own creativity.
I rarey buy myself non-practical items, but I was drawn in by Joyce’s enthusiasm and treated myself to a beautiful necklace and earrings, marked down on the”recessionista” part of one jeweler’s display table.
For a break from the hot, sunny day, we stopped inside the food marketplace, which is a much smaller and much more rustic version of Boston’s Fanueil Hall, with some butchers interspersed with produce stands, a homemade pasta stand, a Mediterranean-style deli and a bakery. We got treats from the bakery and sat down in an adjoining room that groups can rent out for parties, weddings or other occasions.
We ended our visit at the flea market area of the market, where we had a delightful talk with a fair-trade vendor who told about growing up in Madagascar, where Joyce visited last year, and her fair-trade shopping trips to India.