February 21, 2015
I'm sitting behind a table of apples. A toddler teeters to the middle of the room and begins wobbling side to side with a grin, dancing to the acoustic music of a two-manned band. A mom unfolds a metal chair and sits by the side of the musicians’ raised platform. Her two elementary kids stand by her side, looking down shyly at a dancing wooden man their mom animates with string. All around the room people stop to chat, exchanging a month's worth of news. Once a winter month, people slow down and appreciate one another at the market.