I am sitting in L’Isola and I am having a vaguely out-of-body experience. Where am I? Where did all of these people come from? Why does my waiter have an Italian accent? I was on St. Barts just minutes ago but upon being seated at L’Isola I feel like I am a million miles away….
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Boston: Boston Public Market
All I can say is that it was not love at first sight but that would change. Our first visit to the Boston Public Market was soon after it opened. It was a weekend. It was lunchtime. It was mobbed. I longed to be shopping with my dog in my local Dewey Square farmers market or making…