It is only fitting that a city named after a gourd should have a swell Farmers’ Market. Calabasas, CA, whose name derives from a Spanish word for “pumpkin,” plays host to flatbed trucks from all over the fertile state every Saturday morning. Park for FREE FREE FREE in a dusty lot near the 101 and mosey on over to the “Old Town” (i.e. vaguely Olde West) part of the très upscale citylike population center.
Aromatic fruit and veggies and flowers and empañadas and pitas and… and… and… oh! Everything both yummski and quite often healthy will assail your senses. The Calabasas Farmers’ Market, so I am told, is not even the best farmers’ market in the LA area. Well, it’s the best in my narrow experience. What do the alleged better ones have, I wonder? Tractor pulls?
Come for the produce. Stay for the samples. Leave while you still have a dollar left in your wallet.