Last Sunday, I went home to visit my dad, and since his sister was in town from the East Coast, we took them to the farmer’s market.

My earliest childhood memories are of this farmer’s market. We grew up buying our produce here. Now there are nearly 600 Certified Farmers Markets in California. This one, the Marin Civic Center Sunday farmer’s market, started in 1983, and is the third largest farmer’s market in California. It meets every Sunday at the site of the Marin County Civic Center, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright (the only building built after he passed away)

I hadn’t been back in at least two years, partly because I lived on the East Coast all the way through college, and now I live in the city and don’t have a car. My dad and his wife buy their groceries there every Sunday. (There are other farmer’s markets in Marin on other days of the week) It’s something that I grew up with, and one of my favorite things to do. The smell of fresh kettle corn and chicken apple sausages, the rainbow of honey sticks, the crafts, the piles of fresh vegetables and mountains of fruit. The only farmer’s market I’ve ever loved as much, for different reasons, is La Boqueria, in Barcelona. If you ever make it there, skip the front of the market, it’s a tourist trap. The locals shop at the back.

I had fun snapping a few shots last sunday up in San Rafael. And tasting persimmons and pomegranates and $7 bites of chocolate and fresh kale juice.