Saturdays are my mini heaven. I wake in the wee hours of the morning...by 7:30 am I'm opening the store. My morning begins with a quick walk through the waking city, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of a half awake metropolis. Once in the Market I'm slowly greeted and awakened by the sights, sounds and smells of a bustling farmers Market. The cookies are baking in our back kichen, the bakery across the way is putting out the mornings fare...the smells of the coffee shop are floating through the air...the breakfast counter is a whirlwind...I could go on for hours. If the sights, sounds and smells weren't enough...the merchants and their emloyees make it amazing. Although all employees come from all walks of life (amish farmers, students, elderly shop owners, young and old, hip and traditional) it is truly a family atmosphere.Reading Terminal Market...you should try it...get addicted, I dare you!
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