Imagine our delight Saturday morning when we awoke to the hustle and bustle of the Little Rock Riverfront farmer's market. Plenty of fresh fruit, vegetables and baked goods were ours for the taking. We bought a jar of blackberry jam from these Amish folk. Any Amish dude who can rock a cellphone while his bonneted daughter sells jams is a post-millennial farmer. We eyed the luscious Arkansas-grown strawberries longingly but settled on a breakfast of an asiago baguette, fresh avocado and tomatoes. Only to be followed by an 18-mile bike ride around the river trail, but more on that later. Now we're off to the Clinton Library for brunch at "Cafe 42." It's the only place open on Sunday morning.
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