["Life goes better with grains - and red berries"]
On a restful, sunny afternoon, an hour or two after I'd run a strenuous half-marathon - from Levi to Quebec City, on a fiercely windy day along the south and north banks of the St. Lawrence River - my loving interest in a special concoction made from barley was sparked by my younger son. After I'd crossed the finish line and changed into dry clothes we retired to a sidewalk cafe inside the Old City, watched a parade of classic cars drive past the cafe's open window and sampled - several times - a unique beer whose name I'd never heard 'til then, i.e., Fin du Monde.
["The background scenes are painted upon stone walls"]
"It's very cloudy," I said while giving my first glass a thorough 'look over'.
"But how does it taste?" Paul said.
"Hmmmmmmmmm. Lovely," I said. "In fact, it's lovely lovely."
Yes, I've always loved my grains, particularly on cool days or after road races.
Photos by GH
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