You look down and see the perfection of time and orderly progression. Fabrizio, Franca, Sonia have all learned from their Mothers, Fathers, Uncles and every predecessor in their families. Nothing is put in a place without thought and reason. You won't see this. You aren't expected to. This is a visual for you to admire and select from...not ponder over.
We used to have this in the USA. I grew up with this concept in Boston...Scollay Square, Fanuel Hall. Open carts with fresh fruit and vegetables stacked and waiting for your selection. Surprise we went there because...the food was better...the PRICE was better and it was fun! These markets were all run by immigrants, many Italian and the do not exist now. Supermarkets won. Huge red tomatoes! Spectacular huge pears! Monumental mounds of Green beans! Bland! Bland!...and even more bland! Not to mention hard as a brick and just as tasty! Supermarkets won...we did not!
The kiosks in the "gentrified" Fanuel Hall sell tchochke's...yiddish for junk trinkets. The same trash we gave the Indians for Manhattan, only now we buy it and it's from China! Just one more ode to progress!
I much prefer the product right in front of me here in the Campo dei Fiori, fresh, succulent and delicious. With a big side dish of tradition. And, I get to watch a part of life that is only visable in an occasional "Farmer's Market" back in the states. Tradition, care and thought, winners in my heart.
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