We were planning to stay on The Hill for another day or so but the Hill People shut themselves down -- boy did they shut themselves down -- for their 3-day Columbus-Fest, and we had to check out, so we said good-bye to the still-empy DePasquale Plaza . . .
|Still-empty but now also rain-soaked|
. . . we packed up our loot . . .
. . . as discussed . . .
|Federal Hill coolers-of-love and boxes-of-love|
While I was packing up said magical market loot, I couldn't help but notice that one of the containers was still warm . . .
. . . this one, in front: gorgonzola pasta, rich and creamy and to die for, and still warm . . .
And I also couldn't help but notice there was an open bottle of wine in that wine box . . .
What's a girl to do when left alone to pack the loot? I'll tell you what a girl is to do. A girl is to have a snack and a glass of wine to help her pack, and to help her to prepare for re-entry into a frightful world without warm gorgonzola pasta and wine before noon.
A frightful world without warm gorgonzola pasta and wine before noon, where it is pouring out, and one has no rain-gear . . .