Once we got the iPhone extracted from the sunroof Saturday morning, we continued on to Morris, Illinois and the 3 French Hens Market. My friend Roz mentioned it to me earlier in the week. On Saturday, I hemmed and hawed until Tom convinced me to go, even volunteering to come along.
Getting out of the car was enough of a thrill as we spotted this stately house.
We walked the few blocks to the crowded market where there was produce, bakery, cheeses, and such. There were also booths with all kinds of wares: tools and Depression glass, dolls and carriages, repurposed objects and objects to be repurposed.
It’s fun to dream of all life’s possibilities, isn’t it?
From the park, we walked a few blocks to the main business district, and had some lunch in a cute little diner, Weits Cafe, where we were greeted by the most pleasant of waitresses, who acted like we were two of the regulars. Small town diners are our kind of place. This one didn’t disappoint.
After our lunch, we wandered around a bit and went into an antique store. Who should round the corner shortly after we arrived? My friend Roz and her cousin, whose name, I’m ashamed to say, has already escaped me. Her friendly manner and poise have not, and it was a pleasure to meet her and to see Roz!
Thanks, Roz, for telling me about 3 French Hens.
Next stop, Ma and Pa on the prairie.
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