Angers

Angers, France

Sunday, 15 June 2008

The trip to Angers was quite uneventful. As our layover was only two hours, we just had enough time two walk into the city centre, passing a statue on our way of a naked woman wearing what were ostensibly cloth panties. The city must have deemed the statue, which depicted a woman on her knees, legs parted, leaning back so that her hands were on the ground behind her, to be a little risqué, even for the French standards which go so far as to permit nude women, with only the poonani veiled in shadow, to advertise for moisturizer in “pharmacie” windows.

We bought sandwiches from a “boucherie” (French for butcher shop), of which we ate one at the station waiting for our train to Anger. For note, we ate the other one at Gare de Saumur (“gare” is French for station), waiting for our train to Tours, but, given that it contained one-day-old, unrefrigerated meat, the first bite was quickly followed by a near immediate reversal onto the train tracks. We then boarded our train for Saumur, on which Keone befriended a tough looking fellow sporting a broken front tooth-line; assuming that he must have fashioned himself this mouthpiece in a French, underground cage fight, we adopted and realized the popular saying – “If you can’t beat them, join them.”