Following a morning of walking downtown, dropping in on some people and photographing, a strange desire for macaroons prompted a spontaneous self-help project. Required a quick power-walk downtown for coconut. Kim assisted with dicing some dried apricots and pointing out the location of appropriate tools, facilities and ingredients (some of which now bear newly-affixed labeling, in keeping with the responsible backpacker’s/camper’s tradition of leaving a trail and campsite in at least equal and preferably better condition than it was found) . By 5pm, the results were ready for sampling with some vin rouge. Photographic evidence has been assembled to preclude an anticipated reaction of disbelief on the part of dear daughter and chef-in-absentia, Ivi..
