The other week, as John and I were walking home after visiting the farmers market, we arranged to go over to Caroline's place later in the evening. Not so much go over, nor would it be later in the evening, but her picking us up from my place as soon as we'd get home. We stopped by the shops and got some food to prepare in Caroline's place as we were ravenous and then took the bus home. Once back in the house we put away our purchases from the market (did I mention they sold books for a euro each at the market café? I brought eleven newcomers back home with me...) and also slipped the strawberries and whipped cream I had purchased earlier in the day into the bag of groceries we would be bringing with us.
Caroline had some problems finding my place so we took our bags and our groceries with us and I grasped a large plastic container of salad as we hurried out the door. As we walked up the road and around a few corners to where Caroline was parked, I seemed to get a lot of curious glances from people passing me in the street. Apparently it's unheard of to make a large salad and store it in an equally large plastic container, that then is too bulky to place your average carrier bag.