No matter where we travel, we always wind up at the central market. And no matter which market it may be, we always wind up at the artichokes. Or, as they say in Valencia, the carxofas. Maybe it’s because we have a tendency to travel in autumn, prime season for our favorite produce item. Alas, it’s always a pity that we never have access to a kitchen in which to prepare them. So our enjoyment of these beauties is always visual and vicarious.