A Gouple of Hot Toddys for Grandma and Dougie
At the other end of the street, near Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Rouen, we were drawn by the sounds and smells of the Christmas Market. Especially by the odorof cinnamon wafting through the air. Grandma had to get her Chaud Vin and I felt I was obligated to try the hot cider. Looking back at the picture I kind of wish I'd opted to pay two more Euro for the nifty souvenir mug instead of a styrofoam cup.