Walking into Town

In between my wash and dry I headed up the street to get some breakfast. I ordered a croissant and a chocolate croissant. Let me tell you about this "croissant" is was amazing. It was warm and flaky, had a bit of crunch and every now and again you would get a hint of sweet. I loved every bite of it. Since it was late and I was planning to have lunch soon, I saved the chocolate one for either a snack or tomorrow's breakfast as I would be leaving early in the morning.



I headed back to the room, got my clothes in order, got everything that I needed and then was off to walk into town. Now you might be asking, "Stacey, why would you walk into town this time and not all the other times?" I will tell you why, because the buses have evil schedules on Sunday (note why I always choose Monday as my travel day). Basically there was a bus at 10:30, 11:30 and then starting at 2:30. I arrived back from the laundromat at 11:35 and wanted to have lunch in town so I set off on my walk.



Now that I had my bearings straight I headed in the direction of the center. Remember the first day that I got here and how lost I got? Well, it turns out I was about 15 minutes from the hotel. I was on the right street!! If only my directions said turn left at fork, I would have been set. Along the way I came across a HUGE grocery store. Now, it may not really be that big, but it is by far the largest I have seen in all of France. I grabbed a bottle of water for a record low and some laundry detergent that wound up being fabric softener.