Saturday, our last full day, we started with letting Columbo prowl around the yard even more. He'd had time outside every day, on a leash, and he was getting into it. He was also getting into some shrubs by the side of the house that he was determined to nibble. We have no idea whether they're safe for rabbits, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. Which is wild considering he's the least adventurous eater who isn't my little brother at age seven. Possibly he was just going in for the shade and snipping off plant branches for the fun of chewing. We definitely caught him snipping blades of grass without the plan to eat them. But the trip was probably good for him overall; he's gotten less timid about eating novelties like any plant that isn't Romaine lettuce. Of course, he's gotten fussy about eating Romaine some too now.
We went, bunny_hugger's mother excepted, out to one of the old-reliable spots for lunch. This was Fischer's Happy Town Tavern, off somewhere to the west of Omena. It's also just past where a plot of undeveloped land bunny_hugger's father used to own and that almost daily he regrets having sold. Among its features are this enormous wall clock, about the size of a minivan in diameter. Also: the fixings plate, a tray with your burger (vegetarian burgers included) with everything a reasonable person might put on a patty, including lettuce, onion, horseradish, pickles ... and what do they do with the onion that someone doesn't use on one service? Do they just bring the rest of the onion out to someone else? That seems like it would be against a rule, somehow, but it's incredibly wasteful of onions otherwise since even the most onion-mad of patrons couldn't take a whole onion on their burger. In any case, the trip serves as a reminder that I don't get horseradish on my burgers nearly often enough.
I'd noticed on the way out the herb shop where we stopped last year, and that bunny_hugger's parents used to visit back in the day, so I was able to suggest we pop in there. The place seemed smaller than it had been in previous visits, with fewer plans out front and in the back. But there was, in the small pond, a plastic ramp. It's there so that frogs that fall into the pond are able to get out despite the relatively high walls of the pond. And there was a frog sitting there, on a lily pad, just like you might see in a set-decorated decorative pond. The shopkeeper said that yeah, she had seen the frog in the yard, well away from the water, so she caught it and dropped it into the pond where he's been content since.
bunny_hugger's parents remembered decades ago the shop being a lot fuller, with many more plants growing and for sale out the back. Possibly the proprieter's just having a quiet year, or maybe is winding things down to where she can retire. We poked around some since it's good for little, non-perishable gifts, such as soaps that don't smell like soap, or bundles of spices. bunny_hugger got the last of the herb-infused cookies for the day. She also got a little bag of vanilla powder that we've been dropping, a half-teaspoon at a time, into her evening coffee and still haven't quite exhausted.
Back to home, and bringing food and I believe some cooking spices to bunny_hugger's mother. And taking Columbo out for some more patrols of the house's backyard. It was the late afternoon of our last full day up north. bunny_hugger and I wanted to do something more.
Trivia: More pearls went into circulation in Europe in the first half of the 16th century than anytime before or since, owing to the exploitation of the oyster beds at the Gulf of Paria in what is now Venezuela. Source: The Essence of Style: How the French Invented High Fashion, Fine Food, Chic Cafés, Style, Sophistication, and Glamour, Joan DeJean.
Currently Reading: The History of the Calculus and its Conceptual Development, Carl B Boyer.
PS: And what's in Frankenmuth?
Paintings in the stairwell going down a flight at the Bavarian inn. The right painting is obviously The Pied Piper; I'm not sure if the one on the left is earlier in the story or is an unrelated story.
Basement level of the Bavarian Inn has a lot of shops and decorations and stuff to take pictures of, so who are we to resist its considerable charms?
Bavarian Inn and the streets of Frankenmuth by night. You can see how it's just a great place to photograph.