We went to the farmer's market yesterday in the parking lot of a church. All the farmers spoke Spanish except for the cherry farmers. They were Japanese.
Guatemalans, Koreans, Mexicans, El Salvadorans, Ethiopians, Iranians and Israelis. That's LA. We bought fabric downtown yesterday. Reminded me of Varanasi and the silk merchants in India. Fabric hanging from every doorway, the owner sitting outside with tupperwear lunches, rice and fava beans.