Saturday morning the three of us (that would be Aidan, my mom and I) headed down to the
Minneapolis Farmer's Market. I had hoped that with so many people out of town this weekend the market would be empty, but instead I think everyone
came to town for the market! Even my secret favorite parking spots were taken! It took us longer to circle and find a spot than it does to drive there and back. So rather than continue circling in vain, we headed to a different market, a
newer farmers market that boasts all local and organic foods in season. There are also lots of local artisans there, and it is in a great area for walking around and sightseeing. I would love to say we had a delightful time, but
someone has been a real little pill the last few days, and we had to drag him every step of the way!
This picture might be one of the only pictures of Aidan's face in this entire post, because he was so crabby he wouldn't look at me all morning!
Off and running to the river. We barely had a chance to see all the vendors!

On the road to the
Stone Arch Bridge.
The view fromthe river of the old flour mills. Many of them have been converted into amazing condos and lofts. You can tour one of the mills, and it is one of my favorite places in the City. I think it is because I love to bake, and when they talk about the history of baking I get all excited.
Aidan loves to figure out where we are on the map. We found a great place to park so we could take our bikes across the river next time and avoid the
bridge detour.
Racing along. In his own words, "i have to get all my energy, mom!"
No way...... another map.
We stopped and waited for a
Segway tour to pass by.

We did go back into the market so my mom and I could buy one of these amazing market bags.
Going up the long escalator at the Guthrie so we could take in the view of the river and the bridge construction.
James wanted a picture of Aidan and I together. Here you go, honey.
Finally, a happy face as we eat lunch at the
Mill City cafe.
Checking out the train at the Museum.
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