So, when we went to Germany Wes knew the language. When we went to Italy Wes knew the language. So now we are in France and Wes is depending on my two years of high school French to get us through and I am failing miserably. I should have paid more attention to Mr. Bourque at CHS! We tried to avoid the language barrier the first night by purchasing "fast food" for dinner at the train station. We realized quickly that they were closed but fortunately for us they didn't know enough English to tell us that so they cooked for us anyhow. We ended up with some to go vegaterian wok that was edible but not exactly French. Yesterday we headed to a castle, the Chateau des Ducs de Bretagne where Harper experienced: Baby's first drawbridge, and Baby's first moat:) Our eating adventures continued at a cafe outside the castle. We were thinking it might be touristy enough to have English menu's...nope. We ordered by just pointing to the neighboring table and asking for deux of that. It was delicious, our neighboring diners had good taste! Finally last night we cheated and went to dinner with Carolyn and Oli (who speaks French) and we had Morracan food along a narrow, resturant-filled alley about 10 minutes from here. I ordered steak frites but immediately had entree envy when Wes's lamb tajine came. It was delicious! Next time I'll be a bit more adventureous.
This afternoon we had crepes for the first, and definately not last, time. Wes went savory with a pizza like crepe and I went sweet with butter, cinnamon, and sugar. Wes ate his and took advantage of me when I was tending to our daughter and ate most of mine!!! You know what they say about paybacks...
After our crepes we spent the afternoon traversing the grounds of the Cathedrale Saint Pierre de Nantes, Harper even got her diaper changed on a ancient slab of stone outside the cathedral grounds! Well we are off to dinner, hopefully the menu will have pictures:)