“Allez, on goûte mes belles tomaaaates!”* The women were shouting from their vegetable stands at the market on the Cours Saleya in Nice. Graham and I were spending a weekend there, and we had only planned on walking through the market that morning, but at some point I couldn’t resist the tableau—I had to jump into it.

I bought myself a straw bag and started filling it with apricots, zucchinis, strawberries and aubergines to the point where I barely could carry it, so I gave it to him and we kept on shopping—excited and happy.