We cooked dinner in the apartment tonight after a wonderful meandering shopping trip on the Rue du Montorguiell. Our best score (even though the sausages were great) was a 6 euro cheese platter. This plastic plate of nearly too ripe cheeses, on special at one of the cheese stores, featured a blue, a camembert, an edam like cheese, and a San Marcellin. We only know the name of the last because it had the label on it.
Richard, Aidan and I swooned over the meltingly soft, surprisingly mild cheese (especially the San Marcellin) while Declan wrinkled his nose and did the dishes. All in all, a satisfying end to the day.
Tomorrow we're off to Versailles, with a picnic composed of the rest of the stinky cheese, some pate, carrots, and a few other things to be picked up tomorrow, including some bread while we eat pastries in the morning. Since Declan does not like pate any more than he likes stinky cheese, we'll have to be a bit creative to keep him from eating a lunch consisting only of carrots and bread.
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I'll take Declan's share of the cheese and pate, it sounds wonderful! Any experience with cafe/cabaret music?
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Not unless you count three guys with guitar, sax and accordion crooning for change on the train to Versailles. I gave them a euro; Kerry sat there with her fingers in her ears...
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