Ooo La Lessons

WARNING!  The following post contains (one rather) graphic image.

Thursday marked my one-week anniversary in Blois.  What's been happening in all that time, you're dying to know?

A lot of eating.  Laughing.  Aimless walking.  Trying to get our American minds to understand this French system and our charmante little ville.

Ooo La Lesson:  Sunday in Blois means nothing is open.  Which leaves us playing in Emily's Penthouse for the day.

Above, the view from the Penthouse and below, sunset in Blois.

Ooo La Lesson:  Food is infinitely more delicious (and more expensive, yet worth every centime) here.

Salad with whipped Goat Cheese at Le Clipper.  Delicious, just don't get the Lemony Prawns.

Coconut and Dark Chocolate Crepe at Cafe Chineur.  Tastes like a Bounty!

 Vegeterienne Gallette at Creperie du Blois.  Unreal.

 Speculoos and Almond Ice Cream with homemade whipped cream at Douce Heure.  Divine.  And I don't like ice cream.

 First homemade dinner at the Penthouse.  Fussalini with Ratatouille, baguette with Boursin.

Fruit thing from Alice's Patisserie.


Ooo La Lesson:  Riding a bike fashionably will cause you pain.  And injury.
Trying to be a wonderful Blesoise (that's what you call girls living in Blois), I ride my bike everywhere.  I also try to be fashionable--I mean, it is France.  [Friends back home, that means, no Nike shorts and tennis shoes!]  Ride with caution, mes amis.