Last week my son and I got to roam the countryside of southern France, which of course included visiting every single market we possibly could. It was such a thrill to experience markets so fully embedded in the life of their region. It was a step into another world, and at the same time it was not too different from home, from our own dear Tuesday Market, brimming with the particular bounty of our own, as they say, terroir. And now I am so glad to be back as strawberry season gets fully underway (we could not under any circumstances miss strawberry season). There is really nothing as good as a pint of strawberries picked in the hours and days before arriving at market.