West Palm Beach, Florida

After quite a bit of job searching, I moved onto a new boat in West Palm Beach, Florida.



It was like a ghost town since we were the only boat on the dock.



One Saturday morning we went across the street from the empty dock to find a farmer's market teeming with life to provision.



All of the locally grown produce was incredible. Or maybe I'm just too easily excited by vegetables. Yay!



Great place for people watching, too.



Meet and greet.



These tomatoes became, among other things, one of the best tomato salads I'd ever had. Heck, I snarfed a few of them down with a just sprinkling of salt.



Homemade pasta in colorful variety.



The smell from this stand was delectable. Even with my weak sense of smell, I was amazed by the overwhelming yumminess that was thick in the air. I could taste the fresh pastries just by breathing.



After all of the markets in Europe, it was nice to visit an American version celebrating community and real, honest food. Yum yum yum.