We've been coming to the Sunday farmer's market on Main Street in Santa Monica for years. When the boys were little they used to ride the ponies. They used to climb the trees - now it's not allowed because the poor trees couldn't take it anymore. Now we settle down on our blanket with omelets and pancakes from the Omelet man and the pancake people. The pancakes are fluffy and delicious, and as big as your head. Afterward, I like to shop around and load up on veggies. There are flowers, tamales, luscious heirloom tomatoes (not in the winter, but when they are in season). There are almonds, dates, figs, excellent homemade cheese -- Sunday I bought sage cheddar. There are eggs, mushrooms, a great coffee and tea stand with 5 or 6 different varieties of hot coffee. My son always snickers when he sees "Bitches Brew." There is live music which is usually a child-friendly sort of peppy/folksy group that the little kiddies like to dance to. There are lots that offer Farmer's market parking down on the beach, and if you bike over, there is a free bike check. Sometimes, since L.A. is not a walking city, nor is it a city with decent public transportation, it can be a little alienating. But coming to the Main Street farmer's market is on top of my list for things that really make Santa Monica feel like a community. It's a place where people interact, and smile. Oh, I forgot to mention the man with the mini pecan pies - a round three inches of heaven on a plate.
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