I stroll down the aisle and sniff the basil carried on the air from the next stand over.
The sun is warm on my head, and there are children running about at my feet. They are not mine, but I know them all. The person shopping ahead of me for cippolini onions is a neighbor I haven’t seen in months. In five minutes, we’ve caught up on everything going on in both our lives. Shoppers swirl around us, a vendor offers us a slice of melon, and that smell of basil mixes with a strong scent of huevos on an open-air grill.