Meet Me In Marseille

Kebab Sunday

At last, Sunday has come again! The final day of my week, before I am once again subjected to the harsh realities of inadequacy, it's time to velo my way to the Kebab shop.
The going rate: 5 EUR
Equivalents to food in America: None

Reasons why I only eat one a week: Many

Tell me that doesn't look absolutely delicious to you.

Château à Saumur

We visited Saumur today.
A few things:

1. Why would you "restore" an ancient monument like a château? Isn't the fact that it's old and crumbly the appeal? I don't honestly see the point of hauling up new stone and rebuilding the castle bit by bit (except for perhaps the bridge. We don't want anyone to end up buried in a pile of centuries old rubble as a result of pre-sophisticated masonry). Also, my 2,50 EUR seemed a little ill spent as only one room of the château was accessible.
2. The ducks in Saumur are the most aggressive water fowl I think I have seen in the World let alone France; a place in which I have always put faith in communicative abilities of wild birds and their brethren.

That's all. Confusion. Disappointment. Lovely Photos.

Among other things

I've definitely been neglecting the blog. Don't doubt that I've been growing culturally (as well as physically. French cooking uses more butter than any other culture I can think of- it's lovely). The only thing is, it's very difficult to find the time-not to mention the free internet- in order to post regularly. However, we are online in the home and today is a solid day of rest. Therefore, it's time to hop back on the blog-wagon.
France is still full of French people. I still feel compelled to light up every ten minutes because of the thick haze of cigarette smoke around the college. Among other things, I miss a very large cup of coffee. There are no mugs in our house. The coffee that they make us is surprisingly weak, although it's probably a good thing; I feel as if my host father would be very scary all hyped up on caffeine. In the restaurants, the cup of coffee is so small that I feel compelled to drink it before it gets cold due to lack of insulation. Hm. I don't even care if it comes in styrofoam anymore; I just want access to an espresso machine so I can make my own coffee.
That's probably good for the complaining for now. I have all day, so perhaps I'll think of some anecdote later on to make up for the lack of posting in the last three months.