Fall at the Market in Paris
Abruptly, itโs fall. The weather turned brisk this week, and Iโm starting to wonder which box my scarves and gloves are in? When I lived in San Francisco, where the weather is notoriously fickle, the joke was that the only way to tell what season it is, is to hit the market. True, not everybody is concerned with seasonality. I was recently asked during aโฆ







