9/14 and 15

Today is really our last day in Paris. We both seem to be getting a bit tired going around. Nancy had coffee at a local place. We bought gifts at Bon Marche. And I almost lost Nancy at the scarf shop there. We went to the Rodin museum, but it is closed on Mondays. A nice lady spoke with us. She had worked there 40 years and her son lives in Oregon and works too hard. He visited her for 6 days. We walked to the Relais de Entrecote, recommended by Phoebe and Cacki. A steak palace. Nancy got a salad and cheese plate. I was told not to take pictures, as they were worried about their secret sauce. (butter, pepper, tarragon) Pigeons were inside with us. We even had profiteroles. It was a great meal, but 45 Euros for lunch. Evian spelled backwards is naïve, and I got a 4 Euro water I did not order. A fun walk to the scarf shop, and I find it without trouble, it is our 4 th time. We are resting outside in our patio. Nancy is watering the basil and other herbs. It is a beautiful place.

We set off to play petanque again. Played again in the Lux Jardin
I played with Jean Pierre, against Max and Bartolome. Lost the first game by a fanny, 13 - 0, won the next two. We were ahead 7 – 0 at one point. The President of the club, Nourdine, came over to watch. About 40 players and about 30 fans watching. I got tips from a great shooter, but need to practice.

They even have their own building, so you can leave your balls there. About 6 six person games going at once. Chairs and benches for the fans.
After play Max came and gave me some tips about shooting. He was very friendly. He is from Martinique in the Carribean. We have emails. I learned we missed a player from Paris in Santa Fe for a while. Perhaps next year.
9/15 We had laundry mishaps late at night. We could not get things dry, nor go to sleep. Up pretty early to eat all of our left over food and rush to the train station. The packs were very heavy with Paris books and petanque balls. When we rushed up to buy tickets, we had two hours . The internet I looked it up with was wrong. The train was wonderful, but it was 62 Euros for the one way trip. Something was funny as the car rental expected me the next day. Nancy could not get into the ladies room, and was ready to have an act of social disobedience. It was hard to figure how to get out of Caen, but people seemed much kinder and more friendly. With a few wrong turns we got to the Memorial Museum. Then on to Ryes. The road was beautiful, the farm was gorgeous, no one but the cows were here for an hour. I had figured the days wrong and we left Paris a day early. At the station I was laughing a lot at Tucker Max in his book he wrestles with the mascot of a junior hockey team. Nancy liked it, but not as much as I.