Kevin is munching on olives tonight. Gorgonzola stuffed olives. He doesn't find a lot of foods he can actually taste theses days so he's a happy camper when he hits on something.We went to Findlay Market today. Kev found the olives there amid the assortment of ethnic food stores, butchers, bakers, produce vendors and more. He has big plans to return when he is done with chemotherapy and his taste buds and blood counts have improved enough that he can really sample the offerings of the various delis and street vendors.
Findlay Market on a sunny Saturday morning is a cacophony of sights, sounds and smells. We didn't take our market bags in with us--probably a lucky chance because we would have bought far too much if we could have carried it! As it was, we limited ourselves to Kevin's olives and some warm cookies. And people watching. This is a great place for people--vendors, street performers, moms with babies strapped across their backs and toddlers tagging along behind them, young men following their little old grannies and carrying their bags and baskets of flowers.
Kate would be in her element here. It's a very Kate sort of place. She would wander through like Norm from Cheers--being greeted by name and knowing most of the regulars.
The Over-The-Rhine area is about as inner city as it gets in Cincinnati. I think a lot of our friends would be scared to drive down the streets there, let alone get out and shop. And if you come from a very large city yourself, there may be nothing unique about Findlay Market; I don't know. But it's unique in my experience and I love it. Sights. Smells. Sounds.
Forget King's Island Amusement Park. If you come to visit us, we'll take you to Findlay Market.
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