When you’re marveling at the prices of wine and produce, and examining the peaches, and suddenly it smells like death—and you realize you’re walled in on three sides by open-air stacks of salt cod.
Open shirts, open hearts
When you’re marveling at the prices of wine and produce, and examining the peaches, and suddenly it smells like death—and you realize you’re walled in on three sides by open-air stacks of salt cod.