The pub, and the limp home
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October 1st, 2004 – by: cari
It was gloomy, which didn't help, and most of us were dressed inappropriately for cobblestones and mud. A note to future travelers: bring tennis shoes. There was a lovely park, which of course I neglected to take any pictures of, and a small church which was of a historical significance I have since forgotten. We wandered up and down what we assumed were main streets in seach of something fun to do, but the best we found was a bridge over a river. Again, nice if it's sunny and you have something to eat, bad if it's raining and you're a bunch of twenty-something girls looking for excitement.
Hunger got the best of us and we decided to stop for lunch. At least we'll eat French food, we thought. The trip won't be a total loss. After all, for some of the group it was their first trip to France, and so far it had been a let-down. After examining a number of chocolate shops and bakeries, we found a nice sit-down restaurant with a menu we could all agree on: a Irish pub. Sort of ironic, a little disappointing, but on our way out of town Sylvia picked up some absinthe, a baguette, and a French-language version of Vogue magazine, and we got back on the ferry in peace.
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