You’re in Florence. If you manage to elbow your way past tourists examining street vendors’ Venetian masks, leather handbags and goods of assorted levels of tackiness, you can find some of the best meat, vegetables and fruit in the city.
The Italians are not squeamish about meat in the same way that the Americans or even the English are. We have a sort of distaste for seeing what the food we’re eating used to be – rabbits don’t come skinned and drawn like they do in Italy in the US – they come pre-fabricated for the most part. But there’s a beauty in acknowledging that life was taken in order to feed us, and in paying homage to that by taking the greatest care when preparing that ingredient. The whole market is an extension of that. It’s constantly buzzing, teaming with life.