From 125th Street, the 4 train took to me to Union Square in about twelve minutes. I needed, really needed, a tomato fix. Those things in the supermarkets are not tomatoes.
When I saw the beans I wanted a bean fix, too, but I stayed strong (why?).
The market was in tomato flood.
I did collect a box of those small dark plums, below.
The city honey bees had found them.
And we ate these funny-beautiful tomatoes for supper, with basil and olive oil and garlic, and slices of toasted bread.
Because of the sunflowers, I just looked at the zinnias.
But I did bring home some duck breasts and very beautiful scallops and a tiny piece of tuna. I 'cooked' the sliced tuna and the whole scallops for an hour in lime juice with shredded shiso leaves, and we ate them with thin pieces of crisped French bread on a terrace where August had pulled itself together at last and delivered a blast of true summer heat, even at 8pm.