This Sunday, Jan. 16, will mark the 10th anniversary of Sunday Farmers’ Market on Main Street.
For 10 years, this spectacular Sunday gathering has afforded a generation of citizens and their children the ability to join in a magnificent public event centered around the notions of food, music and community.
It’s a place to meet your friends and family amidst an amazing assortment of produce, foodstuffs, crafts, flowers and song.
Here, you can find all manner of public information and community notices. Your children can dance to music from every culture and country. Here, the smells of coffees, breads and roses, and the reverberations of music and laughter, all blend together into a tapestry appealing to each of the senses — serving notice that at least in this tiny part of the world, life is allowed its due peace and tranquility.
If the truth be told, this Sunday gathering place might actually be the last vestige of a real community and village life left to us by our development-crazed elected officials and their planners. They are often seen at the Sunday market at election time and for photo-ops, but for the most part, they are nowhere to be found. It’s as if the place is too real for them.
In the chaos driven metaphor for life in which we find ourselves, the Sunday market is a respite, an oasis of meaningful things better shared with friends and neighbors.
Originally published in the Santa Monica Daily Press print edition on January 14, 2005. Read the original PDF.