Today I’m channeling my life as a Provencal woman. Passing by the open-air tents, I can’t help but lose myself in the beauty of nature’s bounty – a visual feast. As I select my roasted chicken, my lettuces, my cheese and bread, I am instantly transported to a cold day in February near Provence’s Gorge du Verdon where I happened upon a local truffle festival. Unfortunately there are no truffles for sale today. No worry though, as I have enough to feed my soul, knowing that the market basket I carry was handmade by a couple at the festival that cold winter day.