So every Saturday morning, donned in my own Atwater best, I’d slip out the back door, down the stairs, cross the street, stop by La Colombe to grab a cold brew to carry me down the block to the Division Street market.
The market spans only two blocks, with just enough to fill my tote as I loop around back to the apartment. I have to admit, my taste buds have been spoiled with California produce, but I still can’t help but buy into the romance of local farms as I purchase baskets of Michigan cherries and reach for more summer squashes.