Finding a farmer's market in Santa Monica

I have three postcards of the area and I have yet to fill them out or mail them, so I make that my goal for the day. I write a nice message to my parents on the back of a postcard of the Pacific Coast Highway and I head three blocks to the U.S. Postal Service with Jane (the Aussie girl). I buy four postcard stamps and affix one to my postcard...and off it goes. Now, I feel less guilty about not sending any actual mail home. Jane and I have fun trying to fit as many of the $800 in Abercrombie, Urban Outfitters, and Anthropologie clothing she has bought into the $37.99 box the post office has supplied her (they have some deal where you can put as much as you want in the box for that flat rate to Australia). I wander the 3rd Street Promenade with Jane. I have never been in these stores so early in the morning and it is a pleasant feeling to shop when the displays are not yet messed up and you can actual see things on the shelves instead of the floor. I buy a $19.90 green hoodie from Abercrombie & Fitch (despite my hatred for that store) because it is cute and on clearance. I have no intention of spending money, but I run across a fabulous farmer's market and I buy some garlic & chive goat cheese, tomatoes, clementines, apples, broccoli, and asparagus. We both walk back to the hostel to put our purchases away and then we head to the Santa Monica Pier to find bikes to rent. We both rent cruiser bikes for 2 hours at $12 a person and we bike to Marina del Rey and eat at a Mediterranean restaurant (I get a falafel pita) before heading back in the light rain to return our bikes. Jane is bummed. She was here three years ago and she visited the Frank Gehry house and now it is torn down to make room for new condos. Venice is a rundown, drug dealing, sketchy place. We pedal as fast as we can to avoid the 200+ homeless people, drug dealers, and those drunk people cursing loudly at the street and the government. People actually live in their tents on the sidewalk or sleep in the middle of that same sidewalk. How can an area so near the movie stars of Hollywood and Santa Monica be such a dump? We check our email at the Apple Store and then Jane retreats to the hostel...I continue walking around town despite the rain. I can't convince myself to spend the day indoors regardless of the weather.

There is no one on the famous bike path. Has a few mere raindrops scared everyone away? Jane and I are all alone