Feeling a bit like visiting the Dentist. One dreads it, but one recognizes its inevitability and wants to just get it over. So today we wandered around some of our favourite haunts, saying our farewells to people with whom we have become on friendly terms.
We stopped to drool over the menu board at Chez Plumeau
and discovered that there was a "fete" just off the Place du Tertre.
Well, more of a "market" and not nearly as good as the one we went to in our shopping area last week. But it did have one feature with which we were very impressed, a spice stall. You could smell the wonderful spices as you approached and what a display. There must have been over 100 different spices in open containers just waiting to be scooped into something, weighed and sold. Absolutely marvelous.
We went to Sabot Rouge, possibly for the last time (although we might go there for lunch tomorrow) and saw our friendly waitress
and said our farewells to the little sparrows that inhabit the place du tertre.
Finally, back we went to the flat and there, dripping tears onto our baguette and Roquefort, we packed our bags.
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