Which went something like this:
“What was up with them? Why didn’t they stock lamb? Where was the fish counter? Why were all of them, even the upmarket ones, so damned ugly (For your reference, I am holding Waitrose, UK & Wholefoods, US as examples of how beautiful supermarkets can be!)?”
“Have you been to the Rewe on Invalidenstrasse?” she asked, bewildered.
It’s in an old market hall, so there are towering ceilings, natural light and wrought iron. They sell lamb and even have a fish counter. Where I found samphire, something I would probably not have found at Waitrose.
Layla picked up her ‘yogurt with balls‘ to which she is totally addicted – (seriously, she wakes up in the middle of the night asking for it). And we sat in the Rewe cafe, where I had a cappuccino from the Tchibo automated machine (salty), and she watched videos of herself on the iPhone. (She is so her father’s daughter, namely, a superstar).