Bright and early, before the rain from last night had dried up, my boyfriend and I wandered down our street to the weekly open market. Years ago, our neighborhood wasn't as trendy as it is today. It's flourished into a center of independent arts and theatre, culture, fine dining, and a lively night scene. Our street especially used to be lined with abandoned warehouses, but they have since transformed into showrooms, art galleries and posh restaurants. Every Sunday, on our street near all the massive brick warehouses, there's an open market where you can find anything from home baked apple pies, hand knit mohair scarves from local designers, art prints from local artists, beautiful vintage clothing, mid-century furniture, and on and on. We like to stop by every so often do rummage through the goods and admire the local scene. This is what I love about living in the city. Oh, annnnd this is what I wore.