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The Produce Buyers

A shot from the Farmer’s Market in Montrose this morning. It’s all about the honey.

“Oh, I’m not actually from here, you know. I’m from—oh, you wouldn’t have heard of it, I suppose. It’s a very long way away.

“I’m just visiting to see all the sights, before they all—

“I shouldn’t have said that. It’ll be my head if my co-workers find out. You’ll forget it, won’t you? Briefly?”

I was waiting to take a picture of my daughter with the Irises, and this was in front of me.

Some folks say he looks a lot like me.

It isn’t vintage yet, it will be eventually. (This is the one that didn’t want to be vertical a few posts ago.)

The Alex is one of the grand old vaudeville palaces.