Velleron in Provence shows me
“Maybe they have not heard of global warming?” These are the thoughts in my head as I explore the nearby farmers’ market to shop for tonight’s dinner. These farmers from around 10-kilometre drive away over to Velleron at the same hours each day join the Marche Agricole—a parking lot dedicated to farmers and their small vans; each one with their produce of the season. This is literally farm-to-table.
As I go from one table to another, I feel the happiness of each farmer who shares his or her strawberries, asparagus, beans, truffle—all fresh—and a myriad of salad vegetables as well as different colours and varieties of tomatoes. “You must use it raw,” one of the farmers tells me of the fresh truffle I chose. “Do not cook it, “ he reminds me in French.