Thursday, October 28, 2010

Hound in the hoosegow

This dog looked after Bibi and me so forlornly as we passed by him, all locked up in the 'hoosegow.' If you're not familiar with this word, which my grandfather loved to use, check out its meaning right here.

Note: He was in there with some workers, who were painting the interior of what will probably be a small shop.

STEAK-FRITES

 Ok, these are small frieds potatoes, not really 'frites, ' but the flank steak with gorgonzola sauce was to die for. Vive la France...