A humdrum day ended here with a jaunt to the "Taste of Northfield," our town's pint-sized parallel to the Taste of Minneapolis or, good god, the Taste of Chicago. The event is a dozen or so food stands on one side of Bridge Square, a stage with some musical acts on the other side, and picnic tables around the fountain in between. We ate quite well for about eight bucks (U.S.), with Julia shaming her parents by choosing and devouring some vegetable curry while we ate less exotic and less healthy stuff. While we hung out afterwards with friends and acquaintances, Julia and her friend Lucy spent their time watching the water burbling in the fountain.
It's cute, but it could be cuter: in a perfect illustration of toddlerhood, the two cuties are actually studying the zillion dead bugs floating in the water.
Genevieve could not be released from the confines of the stroller, since she would have used her mobility to find and eat cellophane, discarded cigarette butts, french fries, and other delicacies. So she hung out in her seat, people-watching (and dog-screeching) and (the photo below notwithstanding) apparently not at all unhappy to have eaten a homemade pasta-and-peas dish rather than a "brat burger" (thumbs down) or a shredded pork sandwich. Here she dimly regards the photographer.
