Slings, Streudel and Sausages

The St. Lawrence Market takes up a city block downtown, and is maintained by the city as a historic site, although the complex has undergone many changes since it came into being. Currently it has two buildings, and although many of the South building vendors offer run-of-the-mill imported goods, on Saturdays a bit of the old farmer's market resurrects itself in the North building. Friendly and close, the aisles are packed with families, and the stalls are simple tables loaded down with yummy stuffs of all kinds. Today we saw one stall almost topple when a customer mistakenly pulled on a big box that he thought held lots of produce but in fact was holding up the side of the vendor's improvised counter. The vendor got there in time and eased his support box back into place...his assistant nervously giggled as she dumped our box of apples into a bag for us. Gavin found the weisswurst, which is not my favourite, but it made him happy. I found the cherry streudel, which is not his favourite, but it made me happy.

Morgen slept in her sling as we toured the market, and once again proved how patient she is - when she woke up hungry she chewed on the upper rail of the sling for a good ten minutes before squealing to let us know she was ready to eat. She had her lunch on a nearby bench, staying streetsmart the whole time, suspiciously watching everyone who walked by us, even after we covered her up with the sling to help her concentrate.

We wanted to get shots of Morgen in front of all the produce, but lunch distracted us, so here's a picture of Morgen with our lunch. Peameal bacon [Americans: read "Canadian" bacon] on buns. I suppose the gargoyle in the background is jealous of us.