is this a local shop?
Monday afternoon the doorbell rang ....I opened it to it to an old man from the village. He looked around shiftily then muttered something about tripe...he had come to see if we had any spare that we could let him have. It was so good he said, he needed to eat some more. Luckily there was none left so we sent him away, but I spent most of the afternoon looking out of the window nervously checking for people with nosebleeds. What DID Gregoire put in the tripe? Whatever it was it was very very popular ....
An enjoyable day though- sadly we didn't guess the length of the sausage nor the weight of the basket correctly, and this year we didn't win the sheep. Such is village life.
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