I have just been to Citta di Castello for the market and huge as it is, I was disappointed that so much of it is dedicated to tableclothes and underpants. There were no more than two stalls of vegetables and fruits unless you happened to find the stone steps off of the main drag that lead you though an ancient hallway of fresh fave and artichokes and cherries and aggretti and even plenty of pecorini and fresh fish. It has gone amazingly hot in the sun so I have to rush it all back to the house before it melts and Ferdinand is aching to swim in the pool with his new armbands, which in Italian translate to “life saving porkchops.”