This Saturday was supposed to be basic but rapidly turned into a major betterday. Huh, that only rhymes in a Yankee accent. Was a batter day dan before I's tell ya that. Aight accent time over. In general I enjoy it when life stumbles upon happiness, unplanned.
The agenda for the day was go to the beach. Kate and I made ourselves ready for the fluffy clouded day. That quickly turned into the familiar grey overcast. Darn. Didn't trip up us though. We wanted victory fries and gelato no matter the conditions.
Once at the beach we feast on fries and non-sassy ketchup. It brought back memories of our first trip to the beach back in early September. We almost left Paula and our Romanian friends in the dust that day; they were really slow walking back to the tourism office. Amazing how being perched by volleyball courts with fries in hand rewinds the time.
After the taters were munched up we moved onto dessert. Kate had two scoops of gelato, tiramisu and vanilla pecan fudge, whereas I decided to splurge on three. Be prepared audience, this is a weird melange of flavors. Mine consisted of vanilla, smurf (schtroupmf), and mint chocolate chip. I loved the smurf flavor (gutter thoughts) and have decided that my final scoop combo will be smurf and monster. No judgments audience.
We then decided to explore a bit of the beach. There was some jazzy music coming from the eastern promenade and being curious college students we of course inspected it. Turns out that Le Havre was in the middle of its Jazz Festival or Dixie Days. Sweetness.
Kate and I (plus a good chunk of elderly citizens) stood round stages and listened to New Orleans jazz numbers. There were clarinets, trumpets, double bass, drums, even a banjo here and there. Besides the smooth music, I enjoyed the fact that all the song names were in English. Jazz is an American thing (thanks New Orleans) though I'm surprised that they didn't play anything composed in France. Surely some Frenchmen has written jazz numbers. Right?
The festival was a great happening moment for Kate and me. We found the question mark square, rolled the dice, and had the exact number of moves. We were just lucky it didn't result in us losing all our coins. Mario Party anyone? Moving on then.
After we left stage B we decided that we were once again hungry. Good thing the beach has over twenty different restaurants along it. We chose the exact place we had eaten at with my family and Jonathan since it was reasonably priced. Oddly enough we didn't order pizza or mussels. Rather I was feeling something particularly French; foie gras.
To all my Americans out there this may gross you out, pends on your tolerance to foreign foods. Foie gras literally translates as "fat liver" duck liver to be exact. It isn't prepped in the States since the process involves forcibly fattening a duck before it is killed and served. Shame really cause it's frickin' delicious. The texture is smooth and sweet or simply delicious. We had foie gras salads that included lettuce, tomatoes, and duck bacon. It was a stellar meal to say the least.
Tis my day of unexpected awesomeness. Saturday, you were good to me. Ah thank you.
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