We left our host's home and hitchhiked into town. This was on their advice. We told them we were wary about hitchhiking, but they assured us it is no big deal in Aix. Our driver was a sporty young fellow heading through Aix.
We arrived and were famished. The coffee and toast from earlier was not holding us over. We ducked into a crowded cafe. We almost kept walking because it was so busy. It was a good stop. I had a steak sandwich w/ onions and cheese, fries, mayo, and a crisp Kronenbourg. Sofia scarfed fries, fried chicken, and a salad. Extremely tasty joint.
Finally leaving Italy. Back into France for just a little bit before heading to Spain for a month. We grabbed these sandwiches from a Chinese deli in Nice near station during a break on the trip to Aix en Provene. Fried Poulet Sandwich with asian veggies. The beer . . . italian, duh, which we bought before leaving Genoa.
Club sandwich - blah.
Happy to be back in France. Beautiful train ride along coast.
By now you are used to me calling wines beer, right? Just get over it. On this trip, if it's alcoholic it's beer. We were wiped out and kind of tired of Genoa, so we decided to get some wine and grub and eat in our shitty hotel room. We bought drinks from supermarket up the street. Cheap chianti, pretty good, solid. Moretti. Then we stopped into La Focacceria di Teobaldo (Via Balbi 115r) for some pizzas and whatnot: Focaccia w/ tomato, cheese, mushroom, prosciutto. Spinach and cheese calzone. White focaccia with cheese and mushrooms. We scarfed all this down sitting in our bed watching Italian MTV and listening to the prostitutes outside our window. Romantic.
Seemed like a local spot. Lots of students. Two glasses of red wine. I had a panini dragone (spicy
salami, spicy sauce, spicy something). Sofia had pasta of course: Tortellini with meat in it and cream
sauce and ham bits. I feel like I need to say something clever about this meal . . .