The Heart of the City Farmers Market happens on Wednesdays and Sundays at UN Plaza, between the glittering city hall and the gritty streets of the Tenderloin.
On the fringe of the market some women set out their wares: two jars of peanut butter, two cans of soup, two loaves of bread...
There was a long long line snaking up the block for live chickens. Also a sign saying this was the last week they were allowed to be sold here.
Lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, fish, piles 'n piles of greens...
I strolled around, had a handful of chili-lime pistachios and a dollar bag of perfectly ripe cherries while listening to a man play an erhu, a Chinese double stringed violin, whose wavering trancelike music sailed through the market, punctuated by a bell he would tap with his foot...
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