It was impossible not to feel inspired by the bounty of fresh produce that I saw in the open air market in Florence, Italy. The old chestnut that everything tastes better abroad is still unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the side of the pond on which you live) true. Something about the air, the water, the soil or the environment as a whole in Florence seems to produce magically gorgeous.
As Thanksgiving approaches, these pictures will fuel the pictures of cornucopias dancing in my head...
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