Gail Thanks the Slick Maitre d'

After polishing off dessert but before the bill ruined the evening for us, Gail and her mother hit les cabinets. On the way back to our table they stopped to speak French with the Handsomest Man in France (besides me I suppose). Gail's attempts at speaking the local lingo didn't help shave anything off the bill. The Paris outdoor restaurant scene from "European Vacation" keeps running through my mind. __________________________ Trying to get back to our rooms in Arromanches a mere 7 miles away was an ordeal because of Bayeux's wacky streets. We passed the cathedral three times before getting on the right road. Back at the hotel we did our usual routine of getting on to the internet, posting pictures, checking emails, and making notes of the day's activities. In bed before 11 pm.