And then I get really, really distracted and I'm another 10 minutes late, because I have to stop. The City Hall Plaza Market, organized by the Boston Public Market Association, is so gorgeous. You would stop too.
Piles of When Pigs Fly bread stacked up high, green beans, yellow squash, and, at the Noquochoke Orchards stand, vibrant flowers in blue ceramic jugs.
I buy three flowers -- all of them pink -- for three dollars and I ask if I can take a photo. The lady behind the table -- short with a great, big smile and grey hair -- says, "Sure, whatever turns you on!"
By this point, I've totally forgotten about my meeting.