Hotel Flandre Angleterre
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... them at just about all French ceremonies - where in America we might do one wreath, here just about everbody gets in on the wreath laying!). It was very personal, and very moving. When two Scots fiddlers sang, along with the French school children, Hearts of Glory Stan and I were definitely in tears.
Sing Hearts of Glory
Down and sunset
Hearts of Glory
Least we forget
Young Scottish soldiers
And soldiers unknown
... stories of various people during the war. Emotional stuff. We also went for a walk along the ramparts of the town, starting at the Menin Gate, across the Lille Gate and as far as the ramparts now go. There was a wonderful display of posters and stories about promoting peace in the world. I think I read every word on every poster, I was so impressed. I also made Rob climb 231 narrow winding stairs ...
... snap peas and garlic and hazelnut salad, followed by a creamy chocolate dessert with homemade rum ice cream. It sure does not get much better than this! As it was a lovely evening a few of us decided to take a walk through the town of Douai, which turned out to be quite pretty and a lot bigger than we had first thought. A perfect end to an excellent day.
Douai to Lille:
Due to the change of plan resulting from a ...
... had already left. I asked about three information people and I finally found the next train I had to take was in one hour. I bought a sandwich and was about to start waiting but then I decided I might need a new ticket for the new train. So I waked around trying to figure that out for about an hour only to find out that I didn't need one. I got on my train, which was really full, and went home. I gave my host family the meringues and they loved ...
Oh what a terrible pun for this title.
So at the end of last month Dan had a brief encounter with the French, who weren't nearly as smelly or arrogant as advertised (je suis desole to all our French viewers) to see the mighty Icelanders that are Sigur Ros. And woweee didn't they make the trip worthwhile! No photos as the big security guard took a look at my camera and decided that it wasn't coming in, understood ...