It’s tomorrow, and every Thursday.
Here are some pictures from the last time I went. Live music, snow cones, grape leaves, fresh squeezed raspberry lemonade, homemade jellies and honey, fresh fruit, families, locals.
Winding through the market aisles was such a wonderful experience. It was like a breath of fresh air, open-air Paris markets with the laziness of a Sunday afternoon, on the outskirts of our city of Angels, where we are stuck in our cars, never see other pedestrians…it’s a small market, with a village feel, on Mission street. If you decide to take the Gold Line, you just stop off at the Mission Street stop, get there around 4 PM and just enjoy the afternoon.