Inside the Wild and Strange Mushroom Bazaar
I first heard whispers about the strange mushroom bazaar while grabbing a coffee at a hole-in-the-wall joint downtown, and honestly, I thought it was some kind of urban legend. You know the type—the kind of place people claim exists only on the third Thursday of a leap year or behind a door that only opens if you knock in a specific rhythm. But as it turns out, it's a very real, very damp, and very fragrant reality that happens every weekend just a few blocks away from the main square. ...