Sausages, every kind imaginable.  I didn’t know that there were so many kinds.  The display case at Mike’s Meat market is every bit of 30 feet long and has three tiers of shelves just loaded with sausages.  Raw, smoked, loose but mostly in casings of one kind or the other.  Spicy and plain (even boudin…that liver sausage we tasted somewhere down south).  We just looked and did not buy but, I think that we could have eaten a different kind every day for a month.

Lunch: A sampler from Babushka pirogues.  There were the traditional cheese and potato, beef, and a new one for me, a sweet blueberry pirogue.   They were a fun treat.  I didn’t make it past all the baked goods shops; we ended up with a super gooey brownie and macaroon.  It was all great but not exactly the intended fare when I headed for the farmers market with fresh veggies and such.  Well it’s not all my fault, it’s really too early here for much besides greens and just now strawberries.