The worst thing about our little farmer's market is the name- Open Aire Market. Aire! What the fuck!? How about ye olde farme faire? The pretension is appalling. Quite.
Anyway, once you overcome your loathing for the name, it is a decent Saturday market. I especially like that the food booths are local people. This pizza cart is better than any you get anywhere else on the peninsula. Strolling the market is a good way to socialize and meet your townsmen.