Zbigniew did not mind the late February dampness, however, as he hurried up rue de Belleville to do his evening’s shopping. He never minded anything about the winter weather in Paris because no matter how bad it got it was not as bad as winter in Warsaw, and no matter how bad it got it was still Paris and he could enjoy the streets, the people, and the shops. He carried his old man’s string shopping bag with him. He nodded to Parisians as he laboured up the hill to his boucherie, his boulangerie, his cheese shop, and his wine shop. He had planned a hearty pot-au-feu for this cold evening, but Natalia had stayed longer than even he had expected and now he thought he might prepare something quick: paupiettes, potatoes, some of the excellent French haricots verts. And perhaps a special Médoc to ward off the chill and to celebrate a little. Now that his burden had been shared, if not lifted. If not to celebrate, then to mark this day in some way. For he had a feeling it would be somehow very important, in ways he could not foresee.
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