
Let's start from the beginning - we lived in the small town of La Taillee, which was located about 20 km from the nearest town with shops. Yes, in the region where I lived with my family, no smaller town had shops, even private ones. After moving, none of us could get used to this fact, because in Poland we have shops on every corner, and even if you forgot to buy one thing on purchases, you could go to a nearby store and buy what is missing. And in France it was over.

I remember till today, when my sister and I notoriously got lost in stores, they were so big for us. All-day shopping always ended with a snack - i.e. bread roll and sausage, my sister's favorite food, which she loves to this day. We always made hotdogs cold, dry without ketchup (which we do not like today). Thanks to the fact that my parents didn't teach us to eat junk food, we never shouted at them to go to McDonald's or pizza, we needed a sausage with a roll to become the happiest children in the world, because it was reserved food for shopping Saturdays - we didn't eat it at home because they didn't taste the same haha. I miss all-day shopping with my family. It was so boring but also very interesting what this time we stretch parents to buy us haha.
Oh no, it was supposed to be a shorter post today and it went out as long as all the previous ones. 😂 Well, what can I say, to the next one! 😎
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