Yesterday afternoon I went in search of a farmer’s market. There’s one on Fridays near the house, but when I went by last week it consisted of a table of apologetic vegetables, a stand with homemade jams and jellies, and a baker. I suspect that might change in the summer, when there’s more fresh produce coming in, but it wasn’t a very inspiring trip. I decided, therefore, to go big rather than local, and came across the Dag Hammarskjöld Greenmarket.
As I walked toward 47th, I was certain I had written down the address wrong. I walked along 2nd Ave, past the bodegas and the sandwich shops, the pharmacies and the bars, wondering where a farmer’s market was going to fit in. Then I turned onto 47th and saw it, a green gem in the heart of the city.