Our first dog,
Alex, loved the water. He'd even dive to the bottom of the lake to
retrieve a stone we'd toss for him. Our other dog, Fred, was just the
opposite. He'd daintily tug at the leash in order to avoid getting
his paws wet in a puddle
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| The wet view from our apartment window. |
For us, today was
a Fred day. Wind. Cold, steady rain. All day. We had planned to use
our Metro tickets to go to Les Halles, as the Brucatos strongly
suggested, but since it involved who knew how much walking, we opted
instead to walk to the street market along the river instead. It was
a shadow of the one on Sunday, but there were enough poor vendors for
us to buy wine (of course), asparagus (in season), cherry tomatos,
nuts, and tiny spring potatoes. We had planned on buying lamb chops,
but had to wait until we returned to our shopping street for those,
plus the mandatory stop for a baguette and pastries.
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| The Loot |
At home, we
munched on some of our loot, read a little, looked out the window at
people hurrying by with umbrellas, and at cars with wipers flapping,
before succumbing to long naps and more reading before the anxiously
awaited Happy Hour.
Now dinner is cooking and we are awaiting the feast!
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