Out of Sight, Out of Mind

We live in the meat packing district in Munich. Supposedly, it's an up-and-coming area - with all the trendy folks relocating for bigger and better flats. I can see the change as there are cranes everywhere you look. However, I digress.

Today, as I was walking Maddie, I spotted the two butchers across the street carrying into their shop a giant, dead pig wrapped in a plastic bag. I know I eat pork. That's what I have on my 5:00 sandwich some days. But when you see the poor animal bloody and in plastic, it almost makes me want to become a vegetarian (this is exactly why I don't like fresh fish delivered to my table in full form with its eye sockets staring back at me). I guess I'm lucky I didn't see them carrying a cow. How would I ever be able to eat meatloaf again?