You know it’s Autumn when the quinces appear at the markets and the sudden drop in temperature makes the thought of a sweet pink quince crumble a most delicious prospect. Not only was my imagination making plans on Saturday in Union Square, but all my senses were on full alert. Vivid colours splashed across pumpkins and gourds each with it’s own quirky shape, there was multi-coloured corn and husky sculptures, and the distinct smell of eucalyptus drifted through the stalls. The blue bunches only appear at this time of the year. You can always spot the Australians at the market, they’re the ones running their hands through the familiar flora with a curious smile and a momentary wistfulness…