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... I believe that they were purposefully secreted from the public eye. As for their purpose in a church, I cannot say. I would love to find out more.
We met our host outside his art gallery as we exited the church. The gallery was stocked with contemporary art, that was, sadly, unremarkable. I found most of it to be derivative and overpriced. I think that everyone should make art, but not everyone should sell it. Our host was very talkative and ...
... a French Walmart) where I was able to get a smoothie for breakfast and a delicious salad to carry for lunch. After that, I felt a lot better about the day’s prospects even if it was going to be a hot day.
We got lost three times today. Well, we weren’t really lost, but we had to backtrack a bit. The first time, we walked right past the sign and didn’t notice. Then, when we came to the road, we knew that we had taken the wrong ...
... name the way I am used to hearing it, by people who explain things
to me that I know well, but my difficulties in language make me seem a bit,
well, stupid. I have to concentrate quite a bit to understand what is being
said around me, and to respond to any questions asked of me. I am surrounded by
people who live different, eat differently, and even think differently. All the
things are strange. (I mean, what is up with French plumbing???) It is
... for a while with no luck.) After finding a patisserie to eat breakfast in warmth, we also lucked out (we thought) and found a dump station that fits our camper. Even better luck, found a warden who can give us a token to use it. (Many dump stations here cost money, don't take cash and require a credit card with an electronic chip. Our American cards don't have them.) So we get hooked up, start to dump and the tube from the ...
... She returned, and we followed her into the house. We were led into the dining room, a strange room full of plants and with walls covered in the kind of things you see in charity shops that no one ever buys. The giant brass Jesus in the corner was our personal favourite, but there were many choice ornaments to choose from. Her husband soon joined us and we were all introduced. To save possible problems, we will call them Mr. and Mrs. Hotpants. She was a little odd, rather ...