Paris, France (Paris, France)
Saying goodbye to Denis, the car we had been best friends with for the last six months, was tough. After returning him to Peugeot EuroLease we even missed Synthia, his irritating navigation system. Many wrong turns had been taken because of her, but we had good times too. Heh...remember that one time in the Chocolate Valley when we were trying to find that one stupid chocolate factory and she almost brought us to the right place but we didn't believe her? I miss Denis...
When the time came to check in, we were shown around the cute and cosy apartment by our host, who had left us with a bottle of rosé and bowl of Chuppa Chups. Generous enough as it was, he also said that we could check out whenever we liked and would close off the apartment for bookings on our day of departure. This was an absolute godsend as in two days we were scheduled to embark a 22:30 train for Annecy, and being able to keep our bags in a secure location (and not on our backs all day) was a luxury. That evening I enjoyed a dubbed episode of Monk in which the titular character frets over exposed limbs while trying to solve a murder committed on a nudist beach.
Though the exhibition is open to the public and has a wide array of displays, the excavation of the two sunken cities is still underway and we can hope for even more treasures to come. The classiness of the expo was undercut slightly by the gift shop, which was selling Egyptian-themed rubber duckies.
After lunch at a Vietnamese joint where we feasted upon pined-for specialties like Bun Bo Nam Bo and Ca Phe Sua Da, we walked to Grom for a little gelato pick-me-up. On the way we found a fascinating series of photos on bees all the way along the fence of the Jardin du Luxembourg. We also spotted a boutique bookstore which had on display a book from the 1700's showing illustrations of Egypt. The Sphinx was burried up to her neck in sand!
Today's post was almost called: Dysfunctional Families - Ok Egypt, You Win