was in Italy. The must luscious, ripe tomatoes in large quarters and local fresh -base ball sized- mozzarella balls. But it's in the hand with the olive oil and herbs that made it memorable, and the location. Good food is lots of things.

I remember enjoying a perfect shot of espresso as Mary Ann shopped for lunch at this market. The antithesis of many US urban areas that are food deserts, Trasteverre in Rome has these neighborhood markets everywhere. Vendors of fish mongers, bakers, or all farm produce like this one, are your grocery stores. Not much different than a century ago. Come back in the afternoon, there is no market, just an empty.