Hard Times in the City
Jam, paper towels, chocolate, maybe some tomatoes, if they look alright -- that's what was going through my mind as I walked to the small grocery store that's right behind our apartment and almost slammed into the glass door because the store was unexpectedly CLOSED and will be for the next three weeks while it undergoes some long overdue renovations.
It felt like a personal affront -- how could they do this to me? Even though I never really liked the store, I need it. I've gotten used to keeping only the barest of necessities in our refrigerator because I know that I can always run down and get some milk, eggs, and most essentials in the blink of an eye. Sure, I could walk to the Monoprix that is about ten minutes from home, but then I would have to lug everything back to the apartment. Or, I could buy over 100 € worth of groceries and have it delivered for free, but I don't really need that many things right now. Life has suddenly become more complicated, especially because I have visitors coming from Switzerland this weekend and there isn't any food in the refrigerator. Thank goodness for French cafés and Picard!
|The gutted grocery store.|