I Am Thankful For Things That Don’t Make Me Gag and Outdoor Markets

Perigueux Market

Biscotti

Not to brag too much, but I had an AWESOME day in Perigueux yesterday! I got up early, got on the correct bus (so proud of myself) and was off. First thing, I got myself some coffee and hung out in the café watching all the schmucks head to work. Then on the agenda was the museum and cathedral, to make myself feel scholarly of course. After that I got down to business and strolled the streets, hit up a few markets and ate the hell out of everything I could find! From biscotti, to egg rolls, I had it all. I couldn’t walk by one window without salivating. I didn’t have any duck while in Perigueux, however, I did buy some foie grois to bring back home. Oops! Funny enough, I also hung out with some ducks in the park for a little bit. That was right before I headed off for a wine break in the square. Everyone I met was extremely helpful, but spoke just about zero English. I like how in Paris everyone speaks English, but no one will for you and then out of Paris, no one speaks English but tries to and does their darndest to understand your broken French. I guess it was good practice for me.

Well, on the way back on the bus, I was unfortunately reminded of my Seattle bus riding experiences. My route from home to downtown almost always involved an older man that somehow managed to crap his pants on a daily basis, along with smelling of  the sweet musk of about 3 Steel Reserves (guesstimate…most likely more). And he thought I was the one who deserved dirty looks…Anyway, this guy always managed to sit close enough to me and up wind of course. It was just as disgusting as you are imagining, times about ten. So here I am on this bus heading back home yesterday and who decides to sit next to me…? Oh yes, an older man that smells just like shit with a slight hint of fresh bread somehow. Obviously one smell overpowered the other. The seats were small, so he huddled in close and I nearly passed myself out from taking in the smallest amounts of air as possible. I don’t know if I look like I enjoy pungent odors, but I certainly don’t. No, not at all.