It's hard to write about travel. Should I let the pictures do the talking, or do I fill in every detail? I don't know where to start anyway. The nightmare ferry ride to Santorini, the things we wrote in a notebook when we got bored of watching a Greek soap opera on telly, or the extremely high probability of me getting a random baggage check?
I think I'll finish with the food first.
Though I had left Greece, I still hadn't gotten enough of Greek food. Kebab/Pita from the Latin Quarter. There are streets after streets of restaurants there.
Last meal in London. I didn't get to eat fish and chips, although I did have to eat McDonald's once. I think I OD'ed on asian food in London.
French pastries are amazing. I wish I could try them all. This is the Paris Brest-- the mere sight of it is mouthwatering enough. This was at a bakery in Montmartre, you know, the place they shot Amelie. Some more from the provincial market in Sceaux->
A surprisingly big cup of capuccino.. it was the one of the few drinks in the menu I could pronounce and still know what I was ordering.
In french cafes and restaurants people just sit outside people-watching, sometimes in rows, all in the same direction. Something like this->
The most expensive meal I had there, and yet I couldn't finish it because I was too full by the time the dessert came. I wanted to eat more escargot, but the onion soup is also a traditional favorite, so I had to try it. The veal was ok. These pictures are way under lit and hideous when enlarged.. Before this we were at this bar, a normally quiet sort of bar, but on that day there were hordes of American high school kids there, playing beer pong and being rowdy.
On my last day I only had enough money to eat fast food. Quick is the name, but it took a long time to get the food...
XTRA: Zhenjin gave the best advice ever when I told him I had to buy groceries later. "Buy those nearing expiry.. cheaper mah."
