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Originally Posted by Henryk

When Robert and I were in Paris years ago, our hotel on Rue Monge had one of those tiny balconies overlooking the street. From our room I could look up and down the block and see the green grocer, the charcuterie shop, the baker, the fish monger, the meat man, the wine shop and the cheese shop.

I loved going to all of them. The cheese shop, in fact, would ask what kind of wine we were having and then recommend one or two excellent choices to be eaten today--and certainly no later than tomorrow. In Winthrop, outside Boston, three Greek brothers ran a butcher shop a block from our house. I would go in and say, "What am I having for dinner today?" I miss these things.

There is a remedy.