Today brought better weather. We had a trip to the Bon Marche again, almost like a pilgrimage. But there were various motives I cannot now explicate.
On the way…
And the place itself. Fascinating.
Did you know that large format wine bottles have historical/biblical names?
These two await the either the re-election of Benedict XVI or, perhaps, the abolishing of the Book of Blessings, or maybe even the loosing of restrictions on ordination in the Extraordinary Form for all bishops and places.
A Nebuchadnezzar and Balthasar. If memory serves, the largest is a Melchizedek, which is poetic justice. Of course, in the boxes, we have “The Widow”. And the Neb was €1600+.
Scallop shells are symbols of Christian pilgrimage. You will see St. Rocco with one. You see the Apostle James with one, because of the pilgrimage to Santiago di Compostella in Spain. In French, the scallop is “coquille Saint-Jacques”, of St. James. Here are some, in the raw. They were as big across as my whole hand could spread.
Skipping waaaaay forward, to the wonderful supper, chicken consommé with celery and a ravioli of duck foie gras.
Before the addition of the consommé:
I won’t bother with the “after” shot of this, because there is nothing to show.
Paried with Puligny-Montrachet. Yes!
The rest of the meal was devoted to devouring a whole “Bresse” chicken.
Tomorrow, however, is another day.