We moved to Stafford, Virginia in June of this year. Stafford is in a great temporary location for us right now, as it’s smack dab in the center of everything. Just 40 miles north is Washington DC. Ten miles south is Fredericksburg. We’re reasonably close to Manassas, Charlottesville and even Richmond, if we wanted to visit. And visit we have. We’ve been all over this area, in fact, and there’s so much more to see. Every chance we get, we take mini-trips various towns, getting to know the area. Our larger goal is to find a place that we’d like to live. Manassas is a 45 minute drive North so we decided to visit last Saturday morning … and you know us, we love a good farmer’s market on a Saturday morning.
Located in Olde Town Manassas just underneath a water tower, The Farmer’s Market in Manassas, Virginia is small but populated by a variety of local vendors selling everything from fruits and vegetables to crepes, ice cream and popcorn.
We visited on a sunny Saturday morning, looking for a few nuggets to round out our grocery shop for the week. Our purchases? Green tomatoes, spicy garlic, juicy plums, tart apples and some rosemary foccacia bread.
The market is located just in front of the visitor’s center, which is located at the Manassas VRE. The current station is the site of historical Civil War battles. If you’re a history buff, there are plenty of plaques placed strategically around the entire town, inspiring meditation on times past. If you’re not a history buff, there are plenty of boutique shops, galleries and restaurants to whet your whistle.
We walked around the small town. Hubbs found this fire alarm quite interesting. I thought he was interestingly cute standing in front of it.
I had to snap this photo of Mackey’s, a sports bar that we walked by. Mackey is the nickname my parents gave to their Bassett Hound, Max.
After walking around, we stopped at Foster’s Grille, a local hamburger joint that delivers made-to-order burgers, fries, onion rings and shakes for a bite to eat. It was either that or Italian, and we didn’t see antipasta on the menu.
Neither one of us thinks we’d be able to live in Manassas – it’s just too far of a drive for Hubbs to take on every day. But we may move just south of Manassas … only time will tell.
Read about some of the other areas we’ve explored in Virginia:
History buffs? In our family? Nahhh!