Des Romas et Des Reves.

Hier was an interesting day. Full of laziness and must-do's I tried to finish some papers for last semester that have been weighing me down and preventing me from full focus on my french studies. I finally made it out into the air to go out for kebab with some friends, which was just the stimulus needed to get me back on track.

Our adventure began on the corner of Rue Origet and Rue Jehan-Foucquet. The three of us were pestered by a young gypsy boy who mumbled words under his breath while following us on his bike. Apparently he had followed Em and Juls to the their house asking them questions and then proceeded to knock on the door when they went inside. Soon after we were approached by a small leathered woman who also  was demanding something of us. I told her we were leaving to go eat after she started to small talk us and I could sense the situation getting strange. Moving forward the young boy came up again and started bothering us...Finally I had to turn around and tell "NON! ARRETEZ!" over and over again before he got the point and went away. Feeling better we picked up our pleasant gait once again before we suddenly encoutered him randomly again, only this time he left us alone.

We remarked on some of the stranger sides of Tours...like the dog poop that is everywhere and how some of the people can be rather strange...finding the kabab place was easy but not being familiar with the ways of ordering and paying we had to take or social cues from others. The server came up to us asking about were we came from and upon finding out that we were from Les Etats-Unis mentioned the game against L'Angleterre. We spoke english and had delightful conversation, until Em made a joke that I laughed at trop fort and had to apologize to the family next to us...My sense was that they enjoyed my reaction just as much as I did. Another man crept up to ask for some change, which we again declined, followed by a group of Frenchman, one of who was wearing fake boobs naughty panties and a wig offering bras to the ladies in exchange for who knows what. But this was typical as le footbal has created a wave of mania amongst even the most sane folk.

Stopping in the best candy/alcohol shop in Place Plum so Em could grab some bonbons and I some water, I began chatting up the vendeur about the game asking him which team he preferred. We had a nice simple conversation in french about him liking L'Angleterre and me being from the States. I think I will go back again and make more delibrate friends.

Our journey continued to the La Loire and we walked up and down the boardwalk talking and laughing...later on we came across the Chateau de Tours and decided to come back soon for an awesome exhibit on Pierrots. Eventually making our way home and seperating at the corner, our journey now full circle, we bid adieu.  It was later than I expected but my heart was not tired or heavy and I had a difficult time getting to sleep no matter how many lambs jumped through my dreams.