So Many Mothers Sighing

I may in fact be the last D.C. blogger posting about this, but yesterday, Eastern Market burned up.

I don't have a lot of great stories about Eastern Market or anything. I bought fish there sometimes. I ate crab cakes there sometimes. I bought earrings for my girlfriend there sometimes.

I generally liked it because it was a slower paced kind of place, often crowded, but seemingly free of so many of the least desirable elements of D.C. (popped collars, suits, drunks, obnoxious transplants bitching about how much New England or Pittsburgh or Jersey is better than D.C.).

A Saturday afternoon at Eastern Market was usually time well spent, if sometimes peacefully squandered.

I'm sure they'll rebuild in a year or two. But I'm really, really sad right now.