As I was walking by the butcher shop though, I peeked into the window hoping to see what kinds of charcuterie these folks make. From the sidewalk I saw several different pates and terrines, confits and sausages--all made on site, the sign said. I walked in to get a better look and saw the most perfect little meatloaves in their own wooden molds. They were "Pate de Lapin" and I asked for one. Then I chose une tranche de poulet rillettes and the female butcher was happy to wrap it up for me.
I paid and left the shop and realized I had the beginnings of a charcuterie feast. So I popped into the boulangerie for a fresh demi-baguette, which cost 60 centimes, then to the grocery for a jar each of good coarse mustard and cornichons. Finally I walked in to the wine shop and walked out with a bottle of their best cabernet/merlot blend, a splurge at 8€.
In just 10 minutes on foot I scored myself a delicious and totally unplanned repast.
The first bite:
You really know how to live well. Really. Well.
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