The Market Place

One of my requests upon arriving to Italy was to be taken to the local Market Place.
What a beautiful sight it was.

We stayed with my in-laws in what we would call the suburbs of Milan.
Legnano to be exact. There, the local marketplace is open for commerce everyday.
Because it's a daily exercise to go shopping for food... unlike the supermarket culture where we purchase a week's worth of groceries and end up throwing too much of it away because produce doesn't keep well in dark cold boxes with very little oxygen. (I digress)

Yes, the Market Place was a beautiful sight. The local farmers and their wives would tend their booths and we would talk about their vegetables, their meats, their fish and exchange recipes along with plenty of laughs.

Here is a pic of the locally cured salami. It had the old world smell and characteristic funk. Spectacular!