Italian Market

I kinda had an urge to stop in a shop and buy some yummy looking cheese, but was too tired and short of time. We did, however, go into a french cafe and have hot chocolate. It was the one day of the summer where the temperature plummetted in the afternoon, and hot chocolate actually seemed appealing.

During a visit to Philly my friend took my husband and I here to shop for groceries for dinner. From giant rolls of cheese to stretched out stands of vegetables—food beckoned. It’s making my stomach growl just to think of that day.