My first stop was at the market, not only to take some photos like this one, but to buy a couple of fried apple pies, some old fashioned hard candy and one-half pound of dried apples. I love browsing around in such places, where you feel transported back in time by the "country store" atmosphere and wide array of locally made produce such as honey, jams, relishes, processed meats and cheeses. The store also sells lots of locally made souvenirs of the sort tourists love. But, for me, it's the good old fried apple pies that make me keep coming back.
Locally grown apples are not yet being sold this year, but let me tell you when they do soon become available, the Poor Farmers Market will be "poor" in name only.
