Magnolia is a nice, old district in Seattle that is an upscale, middle-aged, mostly white neighborhood. Of course, a farmer’s market is required for such a place and Magnolia did not disappoint. I didn’t actually intend to go—I was going to breakfast—when I ran into it (and it was raining hard). I snapped these photos on my iPhone as I walk through the market. Not the best photos, but I think you get the idea how wonderful the produce was at this place. My father has a garden, so I see this stuff often, though I never get tired of it. This was the last farmer’s market of the season. Alas, I didn’t buy anything.