lots of laundry and lingering looks

We ventured out today to the only laundromat in the city. 20 euros and 3 hours later we had clean but still very wet clothes! I don't think that this was the big trip that we had in mind when we bought our backpacks but it was still an adventure. We took the bus in town and then trecked around because we didn't know where the laundromat was. When we found it we were disappointed because half of the machines were out of order and as soon as we walked in we slipped in a huge puddle that was half the floor. Anyway we dont plan to go back for a while...

Even though we have already mentioned this, we have to address it again. No matter where we go necks are being broken. We dont think that we look that different but for some reason the french can't control themselves from staring. Today was the worst especially since Mary Elizabeth decided to break out some shorts (it was laundry day) on a day that was slightly colder than the previous days and or course we were wearing our backpacks. The worst was a when we were at the train station and she was given the once over by a lady stading 2 feet away...the lady had an orange mullet in need of a trim, penciled on eyebrows, a bright purple jacket and some choice shoes. Everyone was asking if she was cold and asking everyone around her as well.