Pavillion de Vendome

So when I woke up this morning, it looked like it was about to rain. I bummed around for a couple of hours, hoping I would miss the rain but it did not rain. I decided to head out anyways, with my trusty umbrella, and hope for the best. I got to the bus stop just as the bus was arriving. Someone got off and someone stayed on talking to the driver. Now, my stop is the last stop, so the bus usually sits for 5 minutes before they take off. When they are ready, they open the doors, change the destination on the sign, take people and head off. Well, when this lady bus driver got done talking to her friend, who stayed on the bus, she took off. Left me there, like a fool! Never opened the doors, or looked to see if someone was waiting…ridiculous! I stayed at the stop and about 10 minutes later a new bus came. The doors opened, people got off, he sat for a while, the sign changed, doors opened, I got on.

I read last night that there is a little French garden near the Thermes Sexius hot springs. I went to the daily market and got a spinach and feta Greek pastry thing with no problem. I walked around and decided to get a nectarine, while looking for one that was ripe and not dirty (some had sand and dirt on them, I got in trouble for “squeezing” the fruit. I went back to the cheese stand from the other day and I picked a cheese that looked similar to the Comte (it was some summer cheese, but I cannot remember the name of it). I ordered a small piece of it and the guy showed how big, I said no smaller, and he cut that size…figures. It wound up being 4,00! I was happy he did not show me a piece bigger! Turns out this cheese was about 30,00/kg. As I paid, all I could think was, please do not be strong and let me be able to eat it…. Even though I had a nectarine, I could not resist getting another melon and then I was on my way.



I had good directions and just needed to make two more quick stops. I found a place for a large bottle of water for 0,30 and a bakery for a baguette. I found the park easily. It is located at 32 Rue Celony behind a fence and is called Pavillon de Vendome. It was very pretty and well taken care of. The French are not into letting things go naturally, they like everything to be well manicured. I sat and enjoyed my food, deciding to save the nectarine and spinach thing for lunch. The cheese was delicious (although I am still trying to get used to warm cheese) and I had left over melon and bread. The melon did not taste up to par, but I could not tell if it was not as good as the others, or since it was not as hot, it was not as delicious to me. I wrapped up my leftovers and headed out happy it did not rain and that my tummy was full.