Happy Monday everyone -- we had a great weekend, hope you did too!
On Saturday we accompanied the Welbournes (Neal, Carlee and HWB's 1st friend in life, Ethan) on a fun trip to Eastern Market in Detroit, one of the nation's oldest running marketplaces (think late 1800s). We revel in supporting our local economy and surroundings, so loved seeing all of the patrons milling around.
After snagging some eggplants and colored bell peppers, Carlee and I ventured up into R. Hirt Jr. Co, a remarkable store offering specialty foods. Neal remembered enjoying lunch there back in his Detroit days and buying blocks of cheese to indulge in; one look at their cheese selection and you’d be amazed. The boys stayed on the main floor while Carlee and climbed the stairs to the top to check out what appears to be the wicker basket capital of the world. Although I’m not a wicker fan, I had to refrain from buying everything in sight. Remind me to head back around Christmas – looks like there’s a lot of gifts to be had. Question is, how can I gift my brother with wicker and make it look totally original???
Since the Lions played at home, people were pouring into Eastern Market for tailgating (a prime spot for Detroit fans) so we high-tailed it out to Greektown for lunch.
Remember Trapper’s Alley? Well it’s no more, but at least the Greek eatery Pegasus is still there. The Alley now connects to Greektown Casino – a total sham because part of me wanted to dally through and smell fudge being made just like when I was little. But the boys loved Pegasus, oogling the waitress as she lit cheese ablaze and screamed OOPA!
We hit the Detroit Historical Museum in the afternoon (http://detroithistorical.org/); a place Carlee and I have long talked about visiting. I learned enough did you knows to bore even the most enthusiast of historians like: DYK Detroit suffered a huge fire back in 1805 that virtually destroyed the whole city? Roma Cafe was originally a boarding house for farmers of Eastern Market? The city was developed as a site for fur-trading?
Of course, we couldn’t help holding HWB up to this cutout of a solider and screaming ‘THE BRITISH ARE COMING!’.
An ice cream stop rounded out our day. I think the boys just liked spending time in the wagon together. Poor Carlee was tasked with running after every stray water bottle the boys tossed out!
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