What draws you to the farmers market? Most ostensibly, it's a place to stock up on locally grown food. The market also provides a dose of crunchy granola/hippie/yuppie culture, in case your everyday life doesn't offer such stimulation. And, for people like me, the farmers market is a prime place to bump watch.
Bump watching is a more specific form of people watching. The main attraction, of course, is the bump magnificent. Nestled among the new potatoes and sugar snap peas are women cultivating their own special produce. I've enjoyed farmers markets from Vermont to Louisiana, and it appears that the must-have market-going accessories are bumps, babies and dogs. In lieu of one of these, I take my friend Dan. He's almost as charming as a baby, and he can count change. Plus, he doesn't seem too annoyed when I stop mid-sentence to admire a bump or make googly-eyes at a particularly charismatic tot.
I enthusiastically recommend a Dan to anyone in my position.
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