I wake up, look out the window of the once-warehouse hotel. I seem to only inhabit century-old warehouses these days.
Looks cold outside. Back to sleep. Wake up again. Ah. They are serving breakfast here now.
in addition to the granola, I pick up one or two of these. I'll stay silent on how many my traveling companion can eat at a sitting.
A few steps outside and I feel I have earned the next round.
asparagus and cheese melted over a baguette
An aperitif in front of the fireplace at the hotel. It stirs the appetite. Dinner? About time.
warm goat cheese on a toasted baguette, mixed greens
snails over puff pastry
halibut with crab, over shaved fennel, in a lobster - tomato sauce
fried ice cream in maple sauce
A walk along the river at night is de rigeur. I mean, there is great comfort in fresh and honest food, but watching the bricks of ice on the river, shifting directions with the ocean tide, is even more calming. Truly, in the end, I did not even notice how cold it is out there in the Quebec air.
Returning to Madison today.