A couple of blocks away from bustling Old Town Scottsdale sits a farmer's market, sure to take you back to simplicity with the heavy scent of buttered croissants and artisan soaps percolating the air. It makes me want to actually wake up before 10 am on a Saturday.
Colors are painted throughout the market from florescent pink prickly pear lemonade to the emerald green heads of kale lining the walkway.
Don't trust anyone who says they don't like Nutella-stuffed anything. They're wither liars or vehemently ignorant.
Farmer's Markets aren't that difficult to find, especially when the weather is beautiful. I go for the pastries and lemonade. Nutella stuffed croissants? Yep. Prickly Pear lemonade? Uh huh. No one needs to know about these tiny and unnecessary extravagances except me and the Lululemon clad woman in line behind me. ✌
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