Exploring the Eastern Market

16 Oct

Last weekend, I made the trek up to Takoma Park, Maryland with my parents to visit my sister and her husband. They moved there after getting married in May so Dave could start his residency at Walter Reed. I hadn’t been able to visit them in their new place yet and I knew I wouldn’t be able to in the next few months with work, so I took advantage of the free ride with my parents to take a much needed break. This is the first of three posts detailing some of my adventures of the weekend.


On Saturday, we ventured to a legendary D.C. establishment, the Eastern Market. Founded in 1873 and located in the Capital Hill neighborhood of the city, it is home to many vendors selling a variety of goods, from fresh produce to prepared food to handmade crafts to antiques. Below are a few photos from our trip there.

I was drooling over these hand spun yarns.

Some of the delicious looking produce for sale.

Inside the South Hall Market

The only bad part about visiting the market was that there were so many things I really wanted to buy! This was especially true inside the South Hall where a lot of the amazing looking meats, produce, seafood, baked goods, pasta, and cheeses were being sold. The most drool worthy were all the different types of handmade pastas, from gnocchi to spaghetti to about ten different types of ravioli. I cursed the 6 hour drive home that prevented me from buying some.

After going through the whole market, I ended up with a nice pair of black pearl studs and one truly amazing find. My sister was talking to this really cool artist who had a booth full of great, unique art. He takes photographs using Polaroid 669 film, which is no longer made, and then transfers the image to water color paper before coloring in the image by hand with pastels. I was flipping through some of his stuff, which was mostly scenery around DC, when I suddenly found an image of the Hatteras lighthouse. When I remarked about how cool it was to find an Outer Banks image among all his other stuff, the artist told me that he spends 2-3 weeks in the OBX every year and loves it down there. When I shared that I had lived and worked there for a couple summers to hang glide, he jumped up and starting rummaging through a stack of his art before pulling one out and handing it to me. My jaw dropped when I realized I was looking at a gorgeous scene of a hang gliding lesson on Jockey’s Ridge around sunset and I quickly bought the piece. Hang gliding art is kind of rare so this is definitely a treasure.

My amazing new piece of art.

Overall, not a bad trip to the market.


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