Amish Markets of Lancaster and Berks Counties

Beautiful drive through Lancaster and Berks counties yesterday. We had set out to tour Amish Country, starting in Lancaster, and soon found that Lancaster had been a bit built up in the couple of decades since either of us had seen it. Let’s just say a little less Amish Market, and a little more Target and Walmart.  Only managed so see one buggy with cars screaming around it with zero clearance.  Ok, things have modernized.  This guy’s on a tractor, so clearly not Amish.  Oh, well.

Modern Lancaster Buggy

Modern Lancaster Buggy

After a little on-the-fly googling, we redirected 15 miles or so west on PA 340 to the Bird-In-Hand Farmer’s Market (Bird-In-Hand, PA).  Lots of touristy shops around, but the market itself was pretty neat.  Furniture piled up for sale right next to the seafood market, clothes, candy vendors.

The Wagon

The Wagon

Where's the Horse Parked?

Where's the Horse Parked?

Berries and Limas

Berries and Limas

Pickled

Pickled

Dresses

Dresses

Next stop was Renninger’s Market, Kutztown, PA.  The drive up to Kutztown was a stunning journey through rolling hills and farms, and you couldn’t imagine a more gorgeous day.

Farm

Farm

Scraggly

Scraggly

Left

Left

The place is completely unassuming from the outside, that is to say, the entrance is hard to find because the whole place looks like an industrial storage building of sorts.  Needless to say, you have to sort of guess which of the ten or so doors on the outside is actually the entrance.  The others all go into the back of some vendor’s stall, so I guess the worst that might happen is some lively conversation.

Inside, we found some hearty food and beautiful vegetables. I had some of the best cured meats I’ve ever had.

Concord Grapes

Concord Grapes

Fresh Country Sausage

Fresh Country Sausage

… and then there was this guy, who I met at one of the stalls.  He strained at the leash to come say hello, and it was all I could do to get him to sit still enough for a photo (especially given the low light in the market, and my decided preference not to use any flash.  Needless to say, he stole my heart, and probably everyone else’s within 50 miles.

Droopy

Droopy

One comment

  1. Lancaster hasn’t been Amish country for a while. A few years ago we were out that way and stopped in at a place to eat — a Red Robin or something similarly generic. An “Amish family” came in to eat. That was the first clue that they were not. Then I noticed that the Amish man’s shirt was made out of polyester. I almost fell out of my seat.

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