I've spent the morning in the company of a placid, sparkly river, what seems like hundreds of people who run faster and more seriously than I do, and this lovely cup of fruit with lime and chile which I picked up from a nice Guatemalan guy at the Saturday market I accidentally found myself in the midst of.
Spears of watermelon, cucumber, perfectly ripe mango, pineapple, cantaloupe, papaya (which just might be the only produce I can not abide), a slab of milky white, freshly hacked coconut.
Sunshiny, bright blue, breezy. It's a perfectly temperate day in Portland. And now, off to squeeze and fondle the region's best edible offerings at the Farmer's Market...
Location:Waterfront Park
