Scenes from an Italian Market

It had been ages since we visited Philadelphia’s Italian Market – woefully long, actually, considering we lived right around the corner from it until 2008 – so we made an early morning visit Saturday to soak up the lively atmosphere while looking for inexpensive produce and artisan cheeses. I love the market. Nothing can smell so bad (fresh fish and crabs, dumpsters, and live game birds) and so good (cheese and coffee shops) at the same time. It’s a heady mix coupled with hilarious Philly attitudes and personalities, you’d almost expect to see a Rocky run through in his grey sweatsuit and Chucks. Our haul was minimal, just some fresh chorizo that we’ll make (and probably photograph) later this weekend.