
The other night, Tom and I decided to take a drive, and somehow we ended up in Market Square. Normally it would be bustling with people and cars, but last night it was a ghost town – quite different from what I’m used to from the winter Holiday Markets and summer Night Markets. The quiet and stillness reminded me of one of my earlier works, “Sharing the Season At Market Square,” and I thought you might enjoy hearing the story behind that painting… If you have ever yearned for a huge fish sandwich, clam chowder or crab cakes, you may have…