Monday morning everybody awoke at a leisurely pace. After devouring with all due elegance, pastries by the French Tarte, the four of us piled into their car for a quick tour of Providence -- skipping the chance for Ed and Chris to experience riding in the backseat of a Mini.
We spent the better part of the morning showing them a bit of the city we call home (for the moment), and naturally the tour started at the French Tarte's pastry studio.
|Susie tries to explain something to Chris|
|no one keeps a straight face for long around Ed and Chris|
From Pawtucket we scooted back across the city line into Providence, parked near Brown University and strolled along the waterfront, giving them, an idea of what this tired New England burg is really like.
After returning to our condo, we parked and walked the block or so over to the new Westside Diner, where the four of us got a real taste of 1956 Providence (both ambiance and food).
It had been 40 years since Ed and I shared a house together in Bethesda, along with five other young hospital corpsmen. And it's been 9 years since the four of us spent a handful of days enjoying the sights, tastes and sounds of the New Orleans Jazz Festival -- just months before Katrina hit that wonderufl city and my Dad passed away.
Let's hope it's not another 9 before we see those two again. . . and next time it will be down their way.