mercado centrale

Samples galore... a little different from H.E.B. Who, by the way, could take some serious direction from the mercado centrale.

I have found myself obsessed with designating a single vendor for my every need here in Florence. For example... a wine man, bread lady, cheese guy, meat person, produce man, am I making sense? Riley and I spotted this guy from across the market and knew he was the perfect guy for the produce job. Although we didn't need anymore fruits and vegetables, we figured we ought to get the ball rolling on this new relationship and buy some anyway. As we surveyed the selection, this guy starts making intense kissy faces at me and decides it's somehow okay to touch Riley's backside. Needless to say, we're still on the hunt for our produce man.

Our official bread lady. She made the cut.