After 7+ days of eating out in London and Paris, I was ready for a nice, cheap, home-cooked meal last night. I went to a market nearby and picked up some spagetti and sauce. To go with it, I managed to use my broken and limited French to buy some fresh bread and a couple bottles of wine. The nicer bottle on the left is reserved for a party I'm going to tonight.
I didn't actually have the yogurt with dinner, but I'm fascinated by the Europeans' obsession with different types of yogurt. I've been having these with the pastries that Colette left me for breakfast.