I am a Francophile and a Marché-ophile. My life as a Francophile began when I was sixteen, living in Quimper, La Bretagne. My host family owned a produce stand in the indoor market (Les Halles). Everyday, my host sister and I would help her mother with the locals who came to buy their daily fruits and vegetables. A man who made and sold warm, fresh crêpes and gallettes was located just adjacent to our stand, while another vendor who sold beautiful French table linens was directly across from us. I had no idea that the conversations I had with these vendors and all of the customers would forever imprint themselves on me. It was then that I discovered my love of the French markets, or les marchés, and French tablecloths.