Poor Dean's neck was completely murdered in the morning--he can't turn his head--so we rested today. He's like an old folk. In the morning, we stayed in and I read to Dean from the red Lux. city book about places we'd visited. It's quite an excellent book. It was that book which said the Sofitel was formerly the hotel Pullman (where the cast stayed), so we must go there for dinner some time. I also straightened up the table in our room and put away all the clothes, and Dean arranged the film containers in a Pez-lian fashion.
In the early afternoon we went out to the Shell gas station down the street, and saw a Gustav-mobile parked in front! We went back to the hotel to fetch the camera, and I ran in and got it, then we zoomed back to Shell. Dean took a picture of me standing in front of the car, and while he was filling up the gas tank I photographed the Gustav car from all sides.
The car was owned by the gas station guy and he noticed my interest in the car, so, while Dean was paying for the gas, he communicated a bit about it to Dean by writing, "2 chevaux" on a piece of paper. He seemed to say that that is the name of the car. Dean wrote 2CV6 and the guy also said, "My car." He said it is about 15 years old. It was in great condition and I bet the pics will look excellent! [Note: they did! For the rest of my photos, see my page on characters' cars. For more information about 2CVs, visit the 2CV-Hotlist site.] Along with the gas (which cost about 2.5 times as much as in the US) we also bought a copy of Le Soir newspaper (read by St. John-Smythe in "The Boffin") and still more film, then went to Kneudler and walked around a little. At a weird little shop where I was buying more post cards, they had lots of sour products including red sour straws, and green, red and brown sour TONGUES! (I made up the name, but it is quite appropriate; they are longer than sour straws, about and inch wide and very thin.) They are even better than sour straws! [Note: these are now common in the US, but in 1996 they were quite a find for a sour candy aficionado like me.]
Next we wandered around Kneudler a little more and got Mousel, Mousel Clausen (sans alcohol), Coke, a Russe Lait coffee, and tiramisu at one of the outdoor places. The tiramisu was excellent--even better than at Tickler's. Mousel Clausen was not as good as real Mousel. We also found out that there exists a third type--Mousel brune, which must be dark Mousel. I did not try that yet. We tried to take the Mousel Clausen bottle with us, but the waiter would not let us and brought us inside so another guy who knew English better could explain why. They buy huge volumes and send them back to Mousel to be refilled, so need all the bottles in the lot intact.
When we got back to the hotel I tried to read Le Soir and figured out that it's a Belgian newspaper. It has the Hagar the Horrible comic strip (called "Hagar Dunor Le Viking"). It also has a web address, which I should add to Lucard's Home Page (http://www.lesoir.be). After a while, Dean took a bubble bath to help his neck. Then we went downstairs for dinner.
The hotel restaurant was closed today, so our favourite receptionist told us that we could go to the restaurant in the park behind our hotel, near the pond (which she called a lake, but it's really a man-made pool) and could charge that place to our hotel bill also. We didn't even know there was a restaurant there, so were glad to have to try it--we wanted to check out the park anyway. The restaurant is right beside the pond, which has 3 types of ducks, cattails, and a series of weird modern metal sculptures along its edge. I ate lamb with an "Idaho potato," and Dean had real food--a spinach and cheese Italian mixture. They served Simon, so I tried another one of the 5 beers of Luxembourg. It was pretty good, but not as good as Mousel. For dessert Dean had a "milkshake," which was nothing like a real milkshake--more like fresh fruit and milk blended together (no thick ice cream element). I had a chocolate mousse. People eat very leisurely here. [In my notes I wrote, "Be sure to tell about 'finished' and that one must ask for the check or they will just let you hang around." If memory serves me well (which it doesn't), what this refers to is that after we were done with our meal and ready to leave a restaurant, Dean would tell the waiter we were "finished"... in the US, this would prompt the waiter to bring the bill, but not in Luxembourg! They allow you to keep sitting at your table indefinitely and do not bring over the bill until you specifically request it. I suppose this is probably a European thing.]
After we ate, we walked around Parc Merl, which is quite lovely. It has a children's playground with a slide, swings, flying on a pulley, basketball hoops, a wiggle bridge, climbing equipment, spring rides and a sandbox. There is also, in addition to the pond with wildlife, a huge rose garden with varieties, each labelled with its name, year of creation and creator. There were roses of all colours and types--huge blooms and small wild-like ones, too.
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