I'm good at it by now. You can still buy a Cornish hen at the Farmers Market - and copies of Daily Variety and Frankfurter Allgemeine, and miniature Oscar statuettes. But the Los Angeles of 1999 is not the Los Angeles of 1934. Many of the glamorous dolls of the screen now secure their family fodder in Malibu, or Maui. The Farmers Market must compete with noisier attractions.
Market regulars, of course, worry about any alteration to the institution they love.
It's their touchstone. It's their sense of what Los Angeles is. And so it is. When I was growing up in Southern California, we lived too far for the Farmers Market to be a daily destination. It was saved for special occasions.