You know how Le Petit Village only has one épicerie (no boulangerie, no boucherie, no patisserie, just one épicerie)? Well that one épicerie has been closed since June 1st. June 1st! Can you believe it? Now it’s not like the thing was heavily stocked anyway, but it was there and good to pick up your baguette or if you ran out of butter, or cream or needed an onion, or garlic bulb or a can of Orangina or something (because sometimes I need a can of Orangina), but only if you needed one of these things between 8am and noon. Any other time and you were S.O.L. because it was closed. Or on Wednesdays. Wednesdays it was closed all day. So Wednesday was basically S.O.L. day.
But anyways, It’s been closed for two months because Child Bride’s grandmother, who had owned it, sold it.
(Sidebar – Before Child Bride’s grandmother owned it, Mrs Honey did, and before that, Papa’s Wife did… it’s all in the family).
The new owner (some lady from Apt or someplace) decided that she wanted to completely gut it and wouldn’t be opening until the beginning of August. Well it’s now the beginning of August and today is supposed to be the day it is finally opened. And in a little bit I’m going to go and check it out. Because I’ve already been twice (once on Wednesday when it was really supposed to be opened, and once on Thursday when it definitely should have been opened and it wasn’t) so maybe today is finally the day that you can actually buy a couple of things here in Le Petit Village.
And check this out… there has already been a scandal… the new owner has said that she is going to make sandwiches to sell to the tourists tomorrow for la brocante (like a big flea market in the village) and for the village fête next weekend. Well The Parisian got word of this and stormed (maybe he stormed, he could have stomped or moseyed for all I know, but I’m enjoying picturing him storming) into l’épicerie and started shouting that she didn’t have any right to make and sell sandwiches in the village that was the bar’s job, not l’épicerie’s (I so wish I was a fly on the wall for that, and for the record, The Parisian has never sold sandwiches in the bar before), but she held firm and said that she would be selling sandwiches anyway (I’m feeling a feud coming on…).