The Fresh Market

After church on Sunday, I took a different route home, as I usually do to try to learn more about that neighborhood. I turned a corner, and there it was - the Fresh Market.

I first saw a Fresh Market in Asheville and I like to stop there when I visit. And, here it was, in Cincinnati. And it was all there -

the flowers,

the beautiful produce,

the sushi,

the bakery,

the huge beer selection,

and the wine - one of the little signs says, "no Sunday sales until 1 p.m." I was too early.

There were little bags of spices - I didn't remember seeing those in Asheville -

and my favorite, the snack section.

not to mention the meat and seafood section, set up like a meat market, and the deli with all kinds of hot and cold foods.

I had California rolls for lunch. I'm happy.