Phoenix Farmer's Market

I crossed the street along with one another man, about my age, dressed in comfortable clothes with a backpack. We both appeared to be heading toward the light rail stop. The crosswalk sign was counting down, but I made it across with plenty of time to spare. I stopped at the pay station and selected the appropriate payment for my ride Downtown. It was a chilly morning as I stood there on the platform with about five or so other people, all spaced out, looking occupied with other activities- phones, music, etc. I waited about six minutes for the light rail to pull up. When the doors opened I found an empty row and sat quietly. There were quite a few people in the car, no one made eye contact with me as I took my seat. A couple stops into the ride a homeless-looking man got on our car and sat a few rows away. He looked disheveled and was kind of mumbling to himself. Still no one was making eye contact with anyone else. I sat quietly and resisted the urge to just pull out my phone to occupy the time. Close to my stop a few transit police came into the car and started checking for tickets. Some people didn't move, others started to grab their tickets out, and the homeless-looking man got out of the car. The police didn't seem to notice him. I took out my ticket and the man, about in his forties nodded at me, looked at my ticket, and moved on to the person just across from me. Once the light rail got to my stop at Van Buren and Central I was one of about five other people to get off and everyone scattered quite hurriedly. Everyone seemed to know where they were headed. I looked around and started toward the farmer's market just about two blocks from the stop. Cars passed me, but not many other people were out walking around. Though when I got over right by the market there were many booths set up and people milling around the booths. The market was set up in the parking lot of the Phoenix Public Market cafe. The "booths" were little tables filled with mostly green vegetables and others had fruits and some others had breads and desserts. Around the edge of the parking lot a few food trucks were set up. There was one selling burgers, another with waffles, and still a couple of others. I wandered around each booth and looked at all of the selections of items. There were groups of people talking with each other, individuals talking with the vendors, and others like me, simply wandering and looking. I bought a few veggies for myself for a great deal. I bought a bag of spinach and some cucumbers. The man I interacted with appeared to be in his late forties and was nice enough to deal with. He seemed pleased to sell something to me, but the only exchange was a smile, a price, and "Have a good day." After I walked past all of the booths I went into the Phoenix Public Market Cafe. This is the restaurant/cafe who's parking lot the market is set up in. The inside of the cafe is crowded with tables and most are full of groups of people. I grabbed a menu off of the front counter and quickly admired all of the delicious-looking desserts in the display at the front. I stepped in line behind a couple of woman likely in their thirties, discussing what to order. I heard one say that the bagels are really good so I decided to order a bagel with strawberry cream cheese. The man who took my order had spiked hair and was wearing casual clothes, converse, and an apron from the waist down. He told me the bagel was a good choice, told me how much I needed to pay, handed me a number and told me they would bring the food out to my table. I sat down and waited for what turned out to be a very delicious bagel.