When we participate in the local goings on, that's when I experience the sheer joy of just being where we are. The museums and mountain scenery are nice, but to me just being in my favorite places is the best thing of all. This market reminds me of the Place d'Aligre market in Paris where the path is much narrower, hence much more crowded and the vendors are shouting out their specials. That scene, that place engages all five senses.
OK, back to reality.
Here's the market scene taken from the bridge.
Colors, we have colors...
Even the bottles have colors.
And the cosmetically challenged tomatoes.
More veggie stuff (last night is was cars).
Morels, poisonous unless cooked, we're told.
OK, moving along.
Uncle Bill was so proud of his self-made sauerkraut, we had to buy one of his jars. Will go with our Sunday morning ham & eggs breakfast. There is one German restaurant in Missoula; Uncle Bill gave it his blessing so we'll give it a try. (a later P.S. We tried it with b'fast. Being homemade with an authentic recipe, it has many new flavors, but overall it was great.)
A young lady with a welcoming t-shirt. A snail with his friend, the scotch tape dispenser??
This ink was interesting. My Hebrew is very minimal. Can someone help me out, what does it say/mean? I'll post it next time.
Π on a stick. Never saw that before.
As we were getting ready to go out, the rapids surfers had gathered. In ocean surfing, you find the sweet spot then ride the wave. In rapids surfing, there's that same sweet spot, but once you find it, you hold it while the water rushed beneath you. That is, unless you lose focus.
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The Pearl Café, considered to be the best restaurant in Missoula (and I'd add Bozeman) is our favorite. But when you ask the waiter to take a photo & he's rushed, this is what you get. I cropped out most of the ceiling.
Using flash for food pics is not recommended, but in an atmospheric French restaurant, there's no other option. So I'll just show the charcuterie plate we shared. In the center, under the squiggly pickled pepper strips is a house-made paté, bison of course. You're not allowed to forget you're in Montana. The liver paté under the apple sticks was surprisingly sweet and very, very good. Too little of it, unfortunately.
We went on to a milonga held on the third floor of a community theater building. Very nice room. I only shot the birthday dance. Here is the hostess, Laurie, introducing Mr. Birthday.
He's evidently quite popular. Look at the line, with guys in the back. Sitting on the left in white pants is Laurie's husband, Patrick. They are the leaders of the Missoula tango community. The weekend after 4th of July they're bringing Thomas Howlin to Missoula for tango workshops & a milonga.
Sure enough, the guys also do the birthday dance.
Today we're just going to hang out. Tomorrow, Seeley Lake or Fort Missoula or maybe both.
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