Hunting the rare cheesecake
The warning on Slashdot was sufficient. Although this instance of WordPress is kept “up to date”, I am responsible for several other bloggers, so this morning saw me applying updates, over and over again. The difference between now and several years back is large. Now, bringing WordPress in line with the best efforts of the programming team is about as easy as it can get. My hat is off to people who can plan around the disorder of others.
This afternoon, while invited company played video games, the seniors in the house headed into Vieux Quebec, just because we could. Actually, we had a goal; to find a piece of cheese cake. At Chez Temporel, where the main floor has been completely reorganized (and covered in tiles which are not an improvement over the aged hardwood from earlier times), we came close. There was one piece left, so I rethought my committment to desert and substituted a bowl of creamed spinach soup. Healthier, according to Popeye and generations of infants.
While wandering along the Rue des Remparts (nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with a lack of parking), we were able to catch the back half of a concert by the New Cackle Sisters. Every bit as unique as I’d imagined. On a long weekend, the tourist trade prospers, and Rue St-Jean is a perfect place for a pedestrian mall. There were also Pride Week celebrations underway, so Place d’Youville offered up some interesting soundchecks in preparation for a concert this evening. But ours was not to stand by and wait.
For the record, underground parking was offered at either a fixed amount of $9, or a tariff of 6 cents per minute. Mental math missing, we paid the flat rate and left the car in a shady place. Someone else was driving a Nissan Figaro – never saw one of those before today. Once home, we chowed down on some decent steak with mushrooms and onions. Perfect summer food.
