Monday, April 29, 2013

Pilgrimage III, continued

This is a continuation of yesterday's post.

You may have noticed that I can't pass a water tower.

Scout headquarters

We finally reached the corner of Commerce and Highway 51, which is where we turn north.

There was a Farmer's Market going on on the square, not to mention an Earth Day celebration, and traffic was horrendous for those who were unlucky enough to be driving. Strangely enough, I seem to have taken both of these pictures at a time when the street was empty. This did not happen often.

Ah! Now the best part of the day.

I knew we had come to the right place when we she gave us our juice.

Pellegrino is Italian for pilgrim.

My husband and the baker with whom he did much business. 

This, although it may be the worst picture of my granddaughter that I've ever seen is a really fascinating trick with mirrors.

What you see on the right is a reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall, beyond which is an alcove. Tessa was sitting on the near side of the alcove, hidden by the wall. I was taking a picture of her reflection in the mirror on the far wall. The door on the left is the real door. The one on the right is a reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall next to me (see the roses on the table reflected?) of the door. If you look at the mat, you can see that it is backwards from the one on the left. I had no idea it was going to come out this way.

We ate out in the courtyard. The weather was perfect and the food was yummy.

Then we had to leave, but we took some bread home with us, and I'm sure we will return.

This is the walkway between the bakery and the library where we had parked earlier in the day. 

This really is a nice, little town square and sometimes we come here just to walk. It's very nice in the early evening, too.

Well, that was last Saturday, April 20, and since then we've walked north a couple of times, and hope to do so later today. It's been a very cool spring, which is a great relief since last year we went from the 40s to the 90s in about fifteen minutes, skipping the nice days altogether. I'm hoping to get to the next church before it gets to hot to walk in the evening, but I don't know if that is possible.



  1. Great artisan bread and wonderful quiche

  2. Sounds great. I always resolutely refused to be intimidated by that "real men don't eat quiche" stuff. My wife used to make a great one. Makes me hungry to think about it.

  3. It was really good quiche. I go to a restaurant with my mother sometimes that has quiche on the menu and I occasionally order it thinking surely this time it will be better, but no. Too dry.


  4. "real men don't eat quiche"? What sort of nonsense is that?

  5. Oh, just some silliness from 25 or 30 years ago. I guess it was the fairly early days of the people who are now called "foodies", not to mention yuppies, and quiche was sort of an exotic new import with a touch of snobbery about it. "Real Men Don't Eat Quiche" was the title of a satirical book, and now I can't remember whether it was satirizing the foodies or men or both.

  6. Oh, it's *supposed* to be nonsense. No problem there then!