French Food and More

I don't need to tell you how wonderful French food is. It makes cooking a pleasure, and everything tastes better here. Suddenly the weather hurdled into unseasonably cold ( 38 degrees F). Because I packed so lightly as an American Covid refugee should, I did not bring any warm clothing. Each week I head over to the Charity Store to search for sweaters, jackets, scarves, etc. One day, I felt so desperate and cold that I bought pants at the grocery store. Why not? Due to the pandemic, dressing rooms remain shut. That means discreetly finding a little corner without a mirror for try ons. I usually come home with some passably fitting garment to add to my cold weather wardrobe collection. The other day, I scurried up to the Charity Shop only to find an incomprehensibly long line outside. The line is for food assistance the volunteer in the shop explained. The main objective of the Charity Shop is to use the money we spend there to provide food for the needy. I felt quite taken aback. I honestly never thought about the needy of Monflanquin and its vicinity. On the surface, people here seem well off, but many jobs were lost due to Covid and life circumstances.  I resolved to spend as much money as possible in pursuit of a Charity Shop winter wardrobe. My last purchase, a scarf, totaled 50 centimes. I objected and insisted on paying two euros. It's actually really hard to spend  a lot of money in the Charity Shop. Almost everything costs two euros. I will need to find another way to help.

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