I see this dignified man regularly at a nearby market. He has very little to sell, but it has been planted, cultivated, harvested or gathered by him. I once saw him with nothing to sell but a wooden box of the finest “petit gris” snails. No cries of “Come and feel these plums, missus” and no sign of a placard describing his wares as being the finest available. He knows their quality, and his regular clients know it too. By midday he will have cleared his stall, and be heading to the central market cafe to have a couple of “coups de rouge” with friends. Dignified and trustworthy, the very antithesis of the untrustworthy and undignified movers and shakers that shape our lives.