Parisian architecture - second to none.
- City of Rennes x 1
- Mont Saint Michel x 1
- Hyper U supermarket x 26.
Pilgrims travel for thousands of miles to worship at the giant tap of Mont Saint Michel.
Last night we went out for a friday night boozathon in the local village. We were home in 20 minutes. Of the two bars one was empty and the other had deftly managed to distill everything that's wrong with the English into three middle aged expats sitting round the bar. One man in particular was completely unacceptable. He spent the 20 mins we were there chatting up the woman behind the bar in the crudest terms at the top of his voice with his wife sat next to him. They were all so bored. It was a timely warning - learn the language or you'll be forced to hang around with people you can't bare because they are the only people you can communicate with.
The novel is coming on well. It's pretty much finished. It's already being described by critics as "I haven't read it yet" and "what novel? Why are you standing outside my house."
Rose made a giant horse.
Next week we go to the seaside. I'm going to tear the seaside a new a-hole. It's the urban way.