Nuns in the Fish Market in the Campo de' Fiori, Rome 1996. One of the things we poor post-Brexit and post- (or not so post) Covid Brits miss most is markets in French or Italian towns. In fact we dream of heaps of chanterelles, of herbs, of fennel, and of fish indeed. Of course we are grateful to have food at all and try madly to count our blessings. But still, a little bit of longing is in order, quietly. The thing to do is to have a David Gentleman painting hanging on the wall and by looking at it carefully and intently one can be transported into the picture.