It is market day, a day to be out, enjoying the crisp, clear weather. Parking yourself on a public bench next to an old friend, perhaps for an animated conversation or each staring out into the crowd in silence, together in solitude. A bottle of wine is no less agreeable than a cup of coffee, even at nine in the morning, so long as it is shared among friends.
No, this is not fancified or forced whimsy far too easily found in many an urban farmers market, nor a fierce shopping-cart race under the fluorescent sheen of your local Safeway, but an urbane way of life that is still trucking along nicely in some damn lucky parts of the world.
Meanwhile, back in the good old U.S. of A., you are what you eat has never been so right on.
(Click on the photo for more market day pictures.)