Tonight marked this year's final Night Market at the Shipyards. Marcelle and I had planned to attend, and during the afternoon, having endured the day's incessant rain, took advantage of the cessation and decided to splurge on dinner out too.
Living in Lower Lonsdale is such a treat in no small way due to the surfeit of excellent restaurants, and tonight, we decided to try the Jagerhof Restaurant. Luckily, we phoned ahead for a reservation, which was indeed fortuitous as the place was jammed. The Austrian fare this marvellous establishment serves is second to none, and both our meals were superb. Accompanied and serenaded by a duo consisting of accordion and guitar, we ate until we were stuffed, and then shamelessly ordered and consumed dessert.
After our leisurely repast, we waddled downhill to the shipyards where things were starting to wind down. Wandering through the stalls and out to one of the piers, I took some images of downtown across the inlet, the lights of the skyline reflecting colourfully on the dark water.
Looking back, the lit-up shipyard crane towered over the stalls, the Lonsdale skyline behind it.
As we ambled back through the area toward home, I took a quick image of one of the food truck employees waiting patiently for another customer. She rewarded me with a sunny smile which I returned in kind.
As we ran the gamut of trucks, from each one, varied and wondrous aromas wafted, the air redolent with smells that were we not already totally satisfied ourselves with an elegant sufficiency, we would surely have had to indulge.
We will now look forward with anticipation to the recommencement of these superb events. Perhaps by then, we will have lost enough weight that we can imbibe without too much guilt.