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Spring Blooms at the Flower Market
The Flower Market has always been the stuff of urban legend for us. Who gets up at the painful crack of dawn to elbow and holler their way around a mysterious downtown cavern full of flowers? We know some brave souls who swear by the Flower Market, and return during the winter holidays with fragrant boughs of evergreen in their arms and weary looks on their faces. Recently we thought it was high time we demystify the myth we'd created, and we headed downtown to check it out for ourselves.
"What time are you going?" was the question everyone had for us. We aren't necessarily morning people, but we try to reserve getting up at dawn for days we're headed off on vacation, so we told them, "Oh, around 9:00." This resulted in a look of worry or horror--apparently getting there any later than extremely early was risky behavior. But we risked it. As it so happens, according to the signs posted, the darn place doesn't even open to the public (non-vendors) until 8:00 a.m., so we're wondering how our non-vendor pals get in all the time. We paid our modest $2.00 entrance fee, and stepped into the fragrant melee. It wasn't particularly crowded, and from our novice perspective, there were still plenty of blooms to choose from. We had a task in mind, so we set out to survey the whole warehouse before making any purchases. You'll get little to no help in the Flower Mart; it's every flower fan for themselves, unless you're ready to pluck some bunches from the buckets and fork over the resonable amount of cash it costs. We saw huge carts full of bouquets creak by, we saw folks buying bulk for events, and we saw the more reserved shoppers like ourselves, gathering smaller armfuls of gerber daisies and greenery for some centerpieces. We made it out of there under budget, and before the metered parking time had experied. With a quick pass through the neighboring Moskatel's for vases, we were on our way. We're glad we finally checked out the Flower Market; we know now what the fuss is about, we know the lay of the land, and we know firsthand that you don't have to get up at the crack of dawn to get out of there with gorgeous blooms at gorgeous prices.
More photos of our excursion here.
The Flower Market: 766 Wall Street, Los Angeles