A FEAST FIT FOR A KING
The Randalls stopped by yesterday morning on their last day in town. Taylor ran out and got an enormous sack of pastries from our local french bakery. It is REALLY french, run by people from France who still have accents and who sell those little round tins of fruit pastilles by the cash register: proof! Anyway, a few minutes after the hordes descended on the delicacies, this is what was left, a couple of Kings fit for a feast!