It took a stroll through the foggy Sunday morning market in Agen to jolt me into a true Winter mood. I bundled up in a hamper’s worth of socks and mittens, topped by a wooly Covid-knitted hat, wrapped with a colorful Mexican shawl for a scarf, and sporting a straw market basket ready to fill. I could barely move. But as I jostled through the Sunday city…
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