Police cars block the side streets;
The avenue’s
car-free
To make the
strolling easy
For pedestrians
like me.
The booths
hold clothes and jewelry
And crafts
of every type,
But front
and center is the food,
Deserving of
the hype.
Most every
nationality
Is
represented by
Whatever
meals the chefs at hand
Can chop or stir
or fry.
Aromas fill
the neighborhood
As people
buy and munch
A snack to
tide them over
Or a more
substantial lunch.
Distilleries
display their wares
Near smoothies
packed with fruit,
The locals
and the visitors
In purchasing
pursuit.
A lovely way
to spend some time
On a
fall-like afternoon,
Succumbing to
the urge to buy,
To which I’m
not immune.
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