Dimanche.

Dimanche involved a lie-in. God, I love lie-ins. I spent the majority of the day telling myself that I was honestly going to start my Spanish homework. I never did. Instead, we planned on going to the Parlement de Bretagne in the apres-midi. As it happened, the queue was too long, so we went to the Musée des Beaux-Arts instead. It was a little odd, but it was worth the 0,00€ we paid to get in. Some sort of weird free weekend thing. I didn't question it. There were some nice pieces in there. It was just odd. And cultured. A man came up to me and said something about "fantastique" and "4jours". I applied the oui-nod with precision, and ran off. The evening brought about mash, steacks hachés and gravy. God, it was good. Merci, Maire. Mairci.