Today, a friend of our hostess picked us up in the morning and took us to the Sunday Farmers’ Market. It was quite small — this is not Punta, but a smaller suburb — but had a great variety of lovely stuff.
It’s obviously also a social gathering place. We met some other friends of our hostess, and were told they all met one another here on Sunday mornings.
These photos show the lovely variety of food available, and I particularly enjoyed watching this wee boy enjoying his apple!
Natural healing products. I bought some cannabis based cream — let’s see if it relieves the pain in my leg muscle. Maybe it will still be painful but I won’t care!
Yummy baked goods!
What’s better than fresh baked bread, still warm from the oven?
Our hostess’s friend, Pamela (in the middle), introduced us to other friends shopping the market.
We got a taste of delicious olive oil on fresh bread — unfortunately not practical to carry it back to Buenos Aires.
That apple must have been delicious because he ignored everyone around him as he concentrated on it.
I feel as though I was there. Where did the olive oil come from? Didn’t know Argentina grew olives (or enough olives to have an oil market).