Florence Fruit

Because I actually am living in Florence I must live like a Florentine... or at least attempt. This morning I went to the local market, and by market I do not mean Vons (for the Californians) or Kroger (for the Indianans). I mean market, as in the first floor is all the raw meats, the second is all the fruits and veggies. Now, I am a little afraid of the first floor, so when I made my trip I stuck to the second floor. At the market not many people know English and although this may seem childish I paced around all the different vendors before making eye contact and actually buying the food. I saw some grapes though that I couldn't resist. The man was sweet and helped me get some peaches, apples, and of course the grapes. One Florentine told the group that we will be eating perfect fruit for only a little while longer because of the seasons. He did use the word perfect or "perfecto" because, as he said, "in Italy there is enough perfect fruit for everyone." Well, it was a successful day at the market!