Across from our hotel is the
Reading Terminal Market. Said to have been established in 1892, it
is also said to be America's oldest continuous farmer's market. I walked around in a sleep-deprived haze, and plotted the many breakfasts and lunches I might happily have there, and also bought a piece of rose geranium pound cake at
the Metropolitan Bakery, which on the one hand did not seem remotely redolent of rose geranium, a disappointment that was almost entirely softened by the fact that it was, on the other hand, a darn good pound cake, full stop.
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down a concourse in the Reading Terminal Market. |
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This is candy. Pretty, pretty candy. |
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At the risk of being obvious, these are emu eggs. $10.00 each. |
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one of about a zillion food purveyors in the Market. |
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At dinner. Our server: Can I bring you anything? More bread? (there is still bread in the basket. but we are hungry.) Me: Sure. It'll be our back-up bread. |
Oh how I would cherish a stroll through that lovely, lovely market! Thanks for sharing the pics, htms.
ReplyDeleteThat does look like a lovely stroll.
ReplyDeleteFor 40 years I didn't realize that the Reading RR in Monopoly was actually THIS Reading, as in Reading, Pennsylvania, and thus pronounced REDDING, as in "Take a Ride on the Redding."
ReplyDeleteWho knew?
Emu eggs! To eat? or just to admire? Love market tours, even vicarious.
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