Wow. Ry had a lot to say... No cooking class, as I really only had enough time to see the top sites and move on. I regret that a bit. French cooking is for special occasions, as it´s a bit heavier than I can tolerate. The pants are a bit tighter.
I didn´t encounter French toast. As far as I can tell, it´s a croissant and café au lait for breakfast. Or a baguette and cheese products. I never saw a place to get eggs, let alone French toast.
I never got to the French cuffs. I did see a couple of sex shops, but nothing like Amsterdam.
The PDA was rampant. I had read editions in SE Asia, warning that public display of affection was verboten. I understand now that it was directed at the French.
And I never tried the auto toilets for the very reason you mention. I was tempted. I had been told that they were set to not allow a human in during cleaning time, but I couldn´t be sure. Dutch engineering, I have great faith in. The French, less so.
Speaking of toilets, I once again saw a squat toilet at a truck stop in southern France. All of the stalls had aerial diagrams of the toilet inside. At first, I mistook the squat for a shower - oval at the top, lines coming out at angles below. But no, there were two squats and several typical toilets. I almost used it out of nostalgia, and the ironic thing is that I hovered over the Western style toilet. Those in public restrooms in France more often than not did not have a seat on the toilet.
Marcia, we are at the GA. Please call me and Rhonda. Rick and Buffy are here, Toby, Lori, Becky, Melody, Scott, Heather W., Roxy, and Randy will be here tomorrow. MPR
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I have an overnight bus to Barcelona tomorrow night- 3 May.
What do they call vanilla cake?
I never saw gateux vanille. I´m guessing that would be too simple for the French.
Wow. Ry had a lot to say... No cooking class, as I really only had enough time to see the top sites and move on. I regret that a bit. French cooking is for special occasions, as it´s a bit heavier than I can tolerate. The pants are a bit tighter.
I didn´t encounter French toast. As far as I can tell, it´s a croissant and café au lait for breakfast. Or a baguette and cheese products. I never saw a place to get eggs, let alone French toast.
I never got to the French cuffs. I did see a couple of sex shops, but nothing like Amsterdam.
The PDA was rampant. I had read editions in SE Asia, warning that public display of affection was verboten. I understand now that it was directed at the French.
And I never tried the auto toilets for the very reason you mention. I was tempted. I had been told that they were set to not allow a human in during cleaning time, but I couldn´t be sure. Dutch engineering, I have great faith in. The French, less so.
Speaking of toilets, I once again saw a squat toilet at a truck stop in southern France. All of the stalls had aerial diagrams of the toilet inside. At first, I mistook the squat for a shower - oval at the top, lines coming out at angles below. But no, there were two squats and several typical toilets. I almost used it out of nostalgia, and the ironic thing is that I hovered over the Western style toilet. Those in public restrooms in France more often than not did not have a seat on the toilet.
Marcia, we are at the GA. Please call me and Rhonda. Rick and Buffy are here, Toby, Lori, Becky, Melody, Scott, Heather W., Roxy, and Randy will be here tomorrow.
MPR
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