Morning Market

The charms of the Reading Terminal Market, early morning—

. a basket of fresh eggs, four shades of caffe latte brown

. peppers in handsome ranks, six colors and degrees of hot—long, lean, and wicked, or in their plumpness appearing deceptively mild

. whole shoals of fish laid out on ice, from trout, silver and mountain, to branzino; Spanish mullet to bluefish to cod

. a wondrous bacon and egg pizza at the Mediterranean stall, wood fire burning bright behind

. the attendant at the shrimp bar setting out a hundred tiny paper cups of cocktail sauce

. the creperie preparing its batter

Even Starbuck’s has Mallorcan sweet bread to tempt me.

image:  Free range eggs