Farmer markets are a subculture in itself.

Jason and Joe (fellow wwoofers) worked at markets for their previous farms (Jason worked at a goat farm and had to bring the baby goats to the market with him!) and I think it is fair to call us farmer market snobs. We know a good one when we see one and honestly, we are quite critical and uppity-duppity on the topic. We decided to hitch a ride into the closest town on Saturday morning to check out the market scene on the island. When I came ready to go in jeans and a shirt I was a little offended when the boys said that I should look nicer. So, Jason and Joe picked out the only sort-of nice dress I brought and made me wear it. Little did I know I was 100% being used to hitch the ride into town. People tend to not want to pick up hitchhikers that are in groups or guys. So, the boys hid in the bushes while I had to do all the dirty work and when I'd catch a ride they'd jump out of the bushes and join me in the car.
The market was packed full of cool stuff, crazy food, interesting vendors and of course loads of street performers. I give the market an A+. These guys are pretty awesome, eh?