Good Wednesday morning, my peeps. The leader of this band of misfits, Rochelle, has borrowed one of my very own pictures this week. This lovely restaurant, called Ta Chido (That’s Cool 😉 ) in the Mile End area of Montreal is where my buddy, Julie, and I ended up when we were on a Cubano Sandwich Search. We had given up on that quest and landed in this Mexican Snack-Bar, which turned out quite delightful.
Should you be tempted to come up with a 100-word story for this pic, just click on the frog below and add your link!
Consuela stood back and admired her handiwork. The colours were bright and there were bits and pieces of home, reminding her of all the stories her Abuelita Rosaria told her. Her customers loved it, calling it kitschy yet charming.
“Go, Niña. Leave this dead-end town and start anew somewhere else. There is nothing for you and your talents here.”
“I can’t leave you, Abuelita!”
“I am an old woman. I have done what I was meant to. You, on the other hand, are being stifled here.”
Misty-eyed with memories, she smiled, determined to live her dream, just like she promised.