The Via Cesare Pavese market seems frozen in time, unchanged for years. Growing up here, I am struck by how everything—the stalls, the shouted words, the familiar and unfamiliar faces—remains the same. This place, filled with memories of people, tastes, phrases, and smells, inspired me to capture these moments in time. Photography’s purpose, after all, is to preserve fleeting seconds forever.

One ordinary Saturday morning, I went to the market to buy apples, zucchinis, apricots, and a basil plant for my grandmother. Along with my cart, I brought my camera. Unsure how to approach people, I decided to capture candid shots of familiar but nameless faces. While pondering how to take a self-portrait in this setting, I met a lady, a friend of my grandmother’s, who kindly took a photo of me choosing a basil plant, so that I too could remain there, frozen in a snapshot, in the Via Cesare Pavese market.

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