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| Somewhere in the huge market area, you can find nearly any kind of prepared food. | Some kind of cyclone funnel thingie, I guess. I suspect it had to do with separating dust from grain. |
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| Yes, it really is a Farmer's Market. There were fresh produce outlets everywhere. | Not imported from Mexico, either. |
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| This one was really hard to pass up, even though we had just finished lunch. | Bar stools and stainless steel counter tops? Holy 1950 !!! |
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| That chili pepper over Ron's head was an understatement. Of course, we had to get Jacquie and Jas an assortment of flavors and warning labels. | I think they had every version of hot sauce imaginable. This store had a bottle of sauce rated 1,000,000 scoviles, and "Not fit for human consumption" on the label. |
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| Can you imagine a full city block of stores like this? Ding! Ding! San Francisco... Oops, wrong city! |