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Mar
We began to question our assumptions when we went to our farmer’s market yesterday. Whole foods had periods of empty shelves all week, and we expected a busy outdoor market. But it was eerily quiet without the music and chatter of diners sitting around, kids in tow, enjoying their Sunday morning. The market was without the usual comradery created by the eating of everything from guava croissants to pupusas and musubi. The tables were gone; without a DJ, there was no bossa nova in the background. With the absence of music and tables went any vestige of every Sunday morning’s typical casual community vibe.
