"Tu es mexicaine? J'adooooooore les fajitas!'

The trip to Angers was long. It was only about 1.5 hours of train travelling time, but a 1.5 hour wait at St Pierre des Corps had to be figured in, too. Blechhhhh! In case you wondered, here is what is around the train station in St Pierre des Corps: Nothing.

I arrived in Cholet and Antoine picked me up at the station. They were out with some colleagues of Fanny's from work, so we went back to the restaurant and hung out with them for a while. They were language teachers from all over the place, but the wacky Brits sort of adopted me as their fellow anglophone and chatted with me. I had ice cream: one scoop of coffee and one scoop of crème brulée, rather unappetisingly labeled in English as "burned cream."

After the restaurant, Fanny and Antoine and I went to this bar that a friend of theirs owns. It's a sports club - with beach soccer and paintball - during the day and a loungey sort of bar at night. It was nice and large and open.

After sitting around and drinking and chatting for a while, we went to Le May, where I stayed in Antoine's old room at his parent's house, which is just around the corner from Fanny and Antoine's apartment.

srah - Friday, 9 July 2004 - 6:42 PM

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gravatar Court - July 13, 2004 - 3:00 PM -

Mmmm, "burned cream..." That one goes right up there with "shoulder of kid" at the spanish resto my friend Oz and I went to.

gravatar srah - July 14, 2004 - 4:52 AM -

Kid as in goat??

gravatar Court - July 14, 2004 - 9:16 AM -

That's what we were hoping, but then, you never know...

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