Wind and chill begin to settle in on this overcast Friday afternoon in Montreal. I'm walking to Marche Tania and I'm as prepared as I can be. I've got my tape recorder in my pocket and my notepad and lucky pen in hand. I don't know much about the guy I'm meeting, but I know his store and I've heard some of the nicest things. Walking through the small streets from where I was on Clark, the city is peaceful in Little Italy. It may be grey out but the market is business as usual with cyclists and walkers roaming from one stall to the next. Though vendors have set up indoors, the colors are vibrant and the smells are fresh.
Fresh chestnuts from Italy