hmm,
I tried to find my local bread santa (ie. the person who works late at the bakery, making bread and perhaps handing out a free loaf or five) but ran into a problem when I knocked on the back door of Au Premier Moisson. The guy only spoke spanish. (Matthew, I need you here.)
My franglais and hand gestures just weren't cutting it. He did wave goodbye to me though!
Another funny thing that makes me love this city is the fact that the old man who works at the fabric store is helping me be under budget for my Hedwig and the Angry Inch costumes by giving me ribbons and lace for free. He also has a pretty great bartering system down. I asked for a nice button, he said, "how much you wanna pay?"...I got it for 50 cents.
This weekend=trying to put together a Thanksgiving meal without having a panic attack. I'm really only doing turkey, stuffing and gravy, but jeeeeze, it seems like such a production! Tomorrow morning I hit the farmers market, yes I do!
