It reminds one of the Saturday farmers market which one does not visit, a weekly event for years. Instead one shops on Tuesday to avoid the lines and crowds.
One misses the conviviality, the information from farmers, the experts on produce. One had favorite vendors, and favorite stands for specific fruit or vegetables.
Now one dodges a few people who are browsing and they may perhaps buy a bunch of basil. Conversation is hurried with farmers, or nonexistent. Move along. Stay apart.
The regular shoppers are not there. The favorites are not there. Instead one chooses among a handful of stands. Items may be bundled, since we cannot choose for ourselves. Perhaps with a hand inside a plastic bag one could. However, the policies change each week.
One discovers the taste of food purchased at home, and is happily surprised, or not.
Yet one is safe. One could be outdoors briefly. One could eat well. One is alive.
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