As we rolled our suitcases over to the bus depot this morning, we stopped so that I could pop over to the market for one last baguette. We ate it, along with the last of our Comté cheese as we waited for the shuttle to the Lyon airport, a last good-bye to the good life in France. A maimed bird that we called Limpy hung about eating our crumbs.
At the Lyon airport I aimed to start spending our accumulated Euro change, finding what snacks and useful items for sale that could use as much as possible. If only the vending machines took the 1, 2 and 5-centime pieces!
I bought as long a book as possible to read en route - Wolf Hall - hundreds of pages of English historical fiction in a compact paperbook format. I had to divest myself of a book to make room for it in my bag, leaving it on an airport waiting room chair, hoping someone would pick it up. I had considered slipping it into the shelves of the bookstore - wouldn't that play havoc with the store's inventory, if someone tried to purchase a book that they didn't have in their system?
When we got to Berlin we checked in to our hotel and then went in search of food. We ended up at an Indian restaurant not far down the street. Our waitress didn't speak much English, and we know almost no German, but the names of all the dishes were familiar from Indian restaurants already. She managed to gesture to us that she was concerned we'd find the garnishes too hot and spicy, but we thought they were great.