Medieval Torture Device?

Nah, just a trip to the eye doctor…who by the way, told me that my eyes weren’t as bad as I thought.

I’d been having trouble reading the street signs, which, as you may know, are in reversed-out white type on dark blue signs attached to buildings, and from what I can tell, the point size is much much smaller than our American signs.

After the visit, and with prescriptions for nighttime driving glasses and reading glasses in my pocket, Xavier and I went to celebrate by going for a nearly $20 cheeseburger at Coffee Parisien, the French-owned “American” restaurant which is usually packed with neighborhood teenagers eating burgers with knives and forks and pancakes for dessert.

It wasn’t awful, but I sent back the first burger because it was terribly overcooked. Our waitress returned with burger #2, still overcooked, but it was 3:30 by now and I was starving, so I ate it anyway. I’ve had decent burgers here, but they’re small compared to our burgers in Texas, and not nearly as tasty. Thank God for Heinz ketchup, I say. Just two more weeks, and I’ll be home, eating the real thing. Angry Dog, here I come!