Getting Mum Oriented
We took Mum out to dinner at one of our locals, Le Beaujolais d'Auteuil on Saturday night. We had a small challenge with my sister who is vegetarian; we could never have brought her to this place. It's very French: every meal built around a piece of protein that had once been on the hoof/foot/fin.
I had been looking forward to taking Mum to the market on Sunday morning, because I knew she'd enjoy it. Unfortunately the day was gray and wet, and many of the stalls were missing. And people must have known it wasn't a good day to shop because, whether chicken or egg, the crowds were half their usual throng. Still, I took Mum around my usual stops: the Irish yogurt guy, the cheesy cheese girls, and my poultry woman.
posted 26.2.07
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