We had planned a Sunday afternoon in town to see a movie and it happened that I spotted the Artesian Market on Eaton Street on our way to lunch. There was no parking of course but we improvised for our two scooters and my wife went on the prowl with me trailing behind.
Shop, yes or get your hair braided or something.
My wife wanted her aching neck to get some attention but the line was too long.
I got a pound of honey made in the Keys and for sale at the Salt store on Fleming at Margaret streets.
The Juice Guy sold us a bottle of coconut lime juice that was excellent, and he was having a good time doing it.
Season your nuts anyone? My wife lives to cook and is always looking for new and interesting flavors. These are sold locally when she needs to re-supply.
We had lunch plans but the pasta cooked fresh in front of everybody had me entranced. It looked delicious.
We were leery of taking mozzarella to lunch and then to a movie before riding home on our Vespas unrefrigerated but he told us not to worry. So we didn't and the stuff was luscious.
Made right here by curdling the milk, the cheese was buttery and not all salty with just the right soft texture. This is the mozzarella you can buy at the restaurant store.
The Crepe place on Petronia had a food truck. More lunch options.
And like any Farmer's Market Up North there were the basics as well. This market takes place on the first Sunday of the month and will wrap up for the summer after next month. There is another market on Thursdays so the principle of fresh local food is alive and well even in this most isolated of non- agricultural communities. Annie's Organics still delivers through the Keys from Homestead which is two hours away and is a thriving agricultural town south of Miami. Maybe not so entirely isolated then.
We stopped by Garbo's in a futile attempt to introduce my wife to Key West's most famous and elusive food truck. They were closed of course so we ride up the street to lunch at Old Town Grocery, a new place on Whitehead Street, of which more tomorrow.
One last picture taken on Caroline Street of my old Vespa next to a modern scooter decorated with...cloth. Hmm.