Trapped in Aix

I basically spent the rest of my time being trapped in the center of town. Now, I don't mind people watching but I mean I was sick of these streets, I saw everything they had to offer and I had to wait to get food to take back to the hotel as I did not want to spend 20,00 on dinner at the hotel. Some homeless guy was talking to the pizza man (I saw this yesterday) and then the bum was crossing the street when a car was coming and he knelt down, then held his arm out...kind of like, run me over please. Finally he got up and the guy drove away irritated. I found it amusing as the pizza guy seemed to think the guy was cool so I assumed he was as well. That was my mistake, the guy sat down next to me, let me say he was about 70 years old and sat really really close to me (not near my bag, which has a combo lock on it anyways). He started to talk to me and after I said I was American I waited about 30 seconds and said I had to go, blatantly obvious it was not the case. He was just too close for comfort though.

I decided to scope out where to get my dinner. I found a spot and was just waiting for the time to pass. When the time was right, I went to order and...they were out. I went to my second choice, they were no longer serving food. I don't know what it is with this place, but nobody seems to have the food they say they have. I mean I should be happy, this means they are into fresh items (I hope) but it is just frusterating. 30 minutes later I found a place that seemed acceptable and had take away and I got my "chwarma" to go. It was made like the fat sandwiches at Rutgers; lettuce, tomato, meat, and fries all in one. It just so happened to be in a tortilla and Forman grilled though. I took it and went to take the bus, which arrived on time, stopped where it should, and took me to the hotel...all with no problems.