The artist's daughter Elizabeth tells the story of this painting: "Paris 1988. My mother is the one in the bright gold shirt pretending to shop for flowers, and I am the one lounging on the bench in the oh-so-80's outfit. I'm not really lounging, though, because I have an incredibly important job to do. I am watching the traffic signal so I can alert my father when it turns to green and he can run back to safety from the middle of the six lanes of roundabout where he is standing to take photographs of his scene."

Flower Markets are a classic Hulings subject, and in this one we are back in Paris, between the 8th and 17th arrondissements, with vendors and customers going about daily transactions. The easy-on-the eyes browns of the street, tree trunks and building are showing off the bold yellow, red, purple, blue, and white accents and the incredible detail in the textures of the flowers.