Fiddle Me A Tune ...

Yesterday Sven and I were treated to a short fiddle concert by our guests, Margaret and Lourdes, two sisters from western Pennsylvania, in town for the opening of PB Boulangerie Bistro. What a great idea to have brought their fiddles! While the two women played bluegrass on the yellowed grass of our front lawn, Sven sat spellbound, a big bluegrass fan. One song even dated from the Civil War. They played joyous foot-stomping, hand-clapping music. As the notes rang out, a jogger on Old King's Highway paused to listen. Not every day you hear a fiddle in Wellfleet! A fiddle is a violin, they told us afterward, and a fiddler is someone who was too lazy to learn the violin. Same instrument, same bow. Now, I bet you are wondering whether they really came all that way for French food. Did the reputation of Wellfleet’s newest restaurant reach as far as Pennsylvania? In fact, Margaret’s son is a chef and will be helping Philippe Rispoli out in the new bistro kitchen when the restaurant opens this afternoon. Mom came to cheer on her son.