This morning I came to the blog… and had no idea what to write. So I just looked through my photos and picked this one of radishes. Kind of random, but I love radishes. Both the taste (the stronger the better) and the pop of color they provide. This bunch was spotted outside a fruit and vegetable market in Bologna. There is something so wonderful about a storefront lined with boxes of fruits and veggies. As if there is so much abundance it has to spill out onto the street and get in the way of passers-by.
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Farmer’s Markets all over the world are the same aren’t they? Tables with yummy fruit and vegetables, fresh from the farm, and people who are part of their growing are selling them. In a way, the markets bring us closer together. Closer to our food, without it just showing up magically in a supermarket in the refridgerated section under flourescent lights, you get a better idea of where it’s coming from. Who is growing it. They also bring us closer together culturally, it’s a familiar experience to visit a market and see the day’s wares available to sell. It’s an equalizer, every one has to eat. And that food comes from the same place – the land, the sea.
But you also get to see the little differences. Maybe a fruit or vegetable or flower you aren’t familiar with. Maybe it’s mostly fish instead of other types of meat. The signs for the names or currency are different. Or in the case of this market in Split, Croatia, you see that each woman has a little table for their fruit and vegetables, all lined up in a row, instead of the big truckload farm stands. You see the women who look like they have worked the land for most of their life. The people who, by their existence, would ensure we would eat well here in this country.
Bringing me just a little closer to the place we are visiting. Markets are amazing things.