Figs...
When I was in Paris, there was a little grocery store around the corner from us on Ile Saint-Louis that sold fresh figs. I'd never seen fresh figs before - not in Ottawa stores. So I bought them on the theory that since I love dried figs, I'd love the fresh variety. And so I did. Tasia showed me how to eat them. I had them with breakfast just about every day.
On the last day in Paris, I bought and ate a few extra figs, on the theory that I wouldn't be able to have any more for a very long time, if at all. I'd never see them in Ottawa.
Yesterday in Ottawa, I was shopping in Costco and there were fresh figs for sale before my very eyes. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
I'm having a couple for breakfast. What delight.
The moral of the story: never say 'never'. Life has a way of pulling surprises.