We spent some time in Caen, France which is a bit North of Paris.
*William the Conqueror's Castle.
*Some of the best food in the whole country
*a fry thief
*the coziest bed on the entire trip
|I love this house.|
So we practiced guarding the cannon just in case of an attack. Andrew wins, but I'm still fierce. Kind of.
I fell in love with this church and for a moment I wished I could live there..in France anything's possible, didn't you know?
Being the (fierce) woman that I am I yelled "Hey!"...which did absolutely nothing for that guy's conscience, because he kept running. Maybe I should have tripped him.
Weirdly enough, the guy's friend stopped and apologized and offered to pay for our fries. We said no, mostly because we were in shock. I spent the rest of the trip looking over my shoulder..especially while hoarding my precious fries.
But this was a valuable lesson to me. Money in France is important. But the fries are so good they're worth stealing. Hmm.
No, seriously..they are really good.