We put the collars on the dogs first thing but I am pretty confident that all will be well–maybe I’m just tired of worrying.
It’s market day in the town square. I first must get lots of bread because we have eaten every bit of bread that I’ve frozen! And that’s hard to believe because I have been freezing a lot so we will never run out. Actually the fact that we’ve run out of frozen bread just shows how lazy I’ve been the past 5 days or so; I have not walked up to the bakery. We buy some nice “French” produce–items we don’t get at home or don’t normally have at home. There are small, cantaloupe-like melons and the lady picks out one that is ready for our breakfast this morning. (These French green grocers are the best–tell them what you want and when you want to eat it and they pick out the fruit that will be ready when you want it.) I also buy some nice tomatoes to stuff with bread crumbs, pine nuts and then bake.
(I have been really getting into baked tomatoes.) There are “bouquets” of baby artichokes with long stems–I buy a bouquet to be used for something luscious. Howard buys “pink garlic.” It is unique to France, I think, and has a delicately sweet, subtle taste according to what I’ve read. Howard is going to make pink garlic soup with his rabbit stock later this week. He also buys endive which we occasionally have at home but he will prepare it in a more French way.
At the meat purveyor Howard buys some beautiful pork chops (for today) and a nice duck breast (for tomorrow). All that market work wears us out so we continue our lazy ways today. We have great pork chops with delicious polenta.
The dogs are A-OK!!!!
The Franks email us about the story of Toby’s lost collar. My homeless friend at the train station found Nancy and Bart seated in the train car just before they were ready to leave for their Paris journey. They could not understand what he was saying to them but it appeared he wanted them to leave the car and come with him. They told him the train was about to leave. He left and came back with Toby’s collar! It apparently had fallen off and he found it. What a nice man! The Franks mailed it back to us. (We try to find the man on our subsequent trips to the train station to thank him and give him a reward but he is never there.)