|The town, and the Val d'Enfer|
Next we climbed up some extremely worn stairs up to the Tour Sarrasine—I could see how annoying if would be there were lots of tourists as the stairs were really only wide enough for one person at a time. The wind was blowing extremely hard, which made everything a bit more treacherous. After we climbed back down and we went to the base of the stairs going to the top of the donjon (or keep). A large sign was posted saying it was forbidden by law to climb up, the there was nothing blocking it off and they had installed handrails everywhere so we aren’t sure what they really meant.
|Mom and the very worn steps|
|The steep roof is a battering ram|
|I'll give you a penny if you tell me |
what the square holes in the rock are.
Give up? A dove cote!
We had packed a picnic lunch in case the weather was nice, but decided it was much to cold and windy. We picked a little restaurant in town, and Mom and I had a “crepe formula,” which meant we got a savory crepe + green salad + a sweet crepe. It was good! We’ve made crepes twice at home, but we’ve got to try to make them thinner as ours have come out about twice as thick as theirs. Our savory ones were stuffed with mushrooms and cheese, and for the sweet one I had almonds and honey in mine. Yum!
|Elliot descends to the bat cave (but there were no bats).|
|Another hiker on the narrow trail|
Wednesday night, if you remember, is the night the pizza man comes to town. We tried to get pizza last week, but he didn’t show up. We thought maybe he was done for the season, but Alan’s professor said that he always comes, and she was planning to get pizza herself tonight. So we decided to try again—unfortunately, so did all the rest of the SCAD students! We went down at 7 o’clock (like restaurants, the pizza guy doesn’t really arrive till then) to find a long line of students waiting for pizzas already. Apparently last week the oven was broken, but it was working hard tonight! An hour later found us still waiting, and at 8:20 pm I finally trotted off home with one pizza while Alan took our second one with him to his professor’s lecture on her current photographic work (which had started at 8:15, but he was not the last nor the only one with pizza!). Mom and Dad had given up and eaten some before I came home, but they made room for a few slices of the thin-crust, hot-out-of-the-back-of-a-van pizza.