On Sunday morning a light rain was falling (cue Maroon 5 song), so I walked instead of biked to the Cal Ave market. I picked up a chocolate hazelnut croissant (of course), a small bunch of basil, a bottle of honey, some kettle corn, and a basket of figs; the stand owner commended me for my choice, saying it was the last week for figs. I don't know whether her statement applied only to her stand or to Figs In General, but these were succulent little fruits. Eaten on top of some plain yogurt with a drizzle of honey (both Sunday, after the brisk walk home, and Monday morning), and as snacks between meals, I was quite satisfied.
