Alcoolisme.

Well, today has been a pretty lazy day here in Rennes. I was meant to go on a tour of the town at 10, but couldn't be bothered. I was surprised to learn later on that they actually did a register. This is compared to the market trip where you just turned up. Anyway, I like to think I know the ville enough by now. We had a "pot de parrainage" thing today, which involved putting on a sticker with our name on it, finding our stand "Grande-Bretagne + Irlande", and talk to a bunch of people we already knew. Our 'parraine' turned up too, said "bonjour. tu aimes rennes?" then went for drink and left us. Polite, or what? We left, and went to find where Fiona and Maire (pronounced Moya, it's Irish) lived, so we could find their place when we go for a film night. This naturally involved going to the McDo under their building. I'm pretty sure that the French hate me. They gave me loads of ice, served Rob after me, but he got his food first, and they do not wish me a 'bonne journée'! The natural next step was to purchase cider (Bretagne's finest, 1,95€ for a wine bottle-sized bottle) and sit on some grass. This was fine, but it was fricking warm today, and I melted on the walk to find grass.

I'm actually melting as I write this. It's unbelievably warm. I may have a croissant.