withdraws

I can't help it.

I got addicted.
Not to any illegal substances,
Not to some online video game that will completely consume my life until I loose all pigment in my skin from sitting inside on the computer all day,
Not to adrenaline inducing extreme sports.
No.
It's worse.
And I'm afraid the only cure is a plane ticket...

I'm having withdraws  from 

London, England.

In an attempt to compensate for my British fever I heard that Provo has its own little farmer's market on Saturday mornings down off Center.

Done.

I am so there.

I miss the open markets.

 I miss the crowds of people shopping.

I miss the endless booths of merchandise and antiques.

This was what I really wanted to see yesterday morning:

This is what I got:

I was a little disappointed.