The Saturday market in the town square was bustling with activity when they arrived, filling the morning air with the aroma of freshly baked bread and juicy peaches. The sound of fast-paced Italian discussions mixed with the cautious attempts at local accent by the rare foreigner. The market was Lila's favorite place to spend a weekend. She adored the vendors who would greet regulars by name and the vibrant atmosphere that would fill the old cobblestones with music and people.
She now glided through the stalls like a pro, carrying her market basket in one arm. Every so often, she would pause to inspect tomatoes with the same critical eye she used to monitor equipment. This American woman had learned enough Italian to bargain politely and inquired about the vendors' families; by this poin
