I did a double take.
He was eating a bretze...!
Wondering where he would get a bretze (those bread dough knot-shaped twists we came to love in whilst living in Munich, and which I have mentioned many times before) - and feeling ever so slightly jealous of him - I forced myself to lift my gaze from his dough twist, and was greeted by this sign on the side of a building:
T looked bewildered, but screeched to a halt non the less. Once I had explained by sudden outburst, we parked up and walked in the store. The shelves were lined with a select choice of very familiar looking products. As I was basking in reminiscing over the sweet mustard and pickled gherkins, T was also content - he had found Debreziner (a reddish colour sausage, favoured with spices including paprika and garlic). We bought these wurst (a favourite of his when we lived in Munich), a jar of sweet mustard, two Semmel (bread rolls), and not forgetting the reason we had stopped - two bretze.
With our haul of goodies, we then drove on to Sainte Anne de Bellevue, a suburb further on around the lakeshore on the western tip of the island. It had been recommended to us as a place to visit last December and we had never got around to going before now.
As we drove along the road between the two suburbs, we marvelled at the stunning, huge houses, some with the most amazing lake views. It all looked so lovely as people walked along leafy streets in the mild sunshine; it was easy to forget in a couple of months the length of walk to public transport would be a vital necessity. Given that, we decided we would stay where we were in our little squirrel-view apartment Outremont...
We walked along the boardwalk in the sunshine, not believeing it was mid-October and yet was still 20 degrees.
We could imagine in the height of summer the place would be bustling, but as it was, despite the bright sunshine, it had the feel of a place out of season. A few people milled about, but the restaurant terraces were sprinkled with fallen leaves rather than people.
A twenty-minute drive home along the not-so-scenic Trans Canada Highway, and T was able to concoct a German-style lunch:
I have a feeling we will be paying a return visit to Le Petit Munich in the not so distant future ...