People let me tell you 'bout my best friend...

Soon, I will put you on everything.

We're back in Paris after spending two nights in Saint Marcan, a small village of about 500 people on the northern border of France. We stayed there to go visit Mont St Michel, a tidal island with a medieval town and huge abbey atop it, overlooking the English Channel. It looks like this: but cloudier and rainy.

As soon as we walk through the drawbridge, we run into Nick, an Aussie friend of ours from Lagos and Lisbon. Such random events are common and unsurprising to us anymore, so we just went with it and hung out with him for the entire day.

Last night for dinner, we went to the other restaurant in town (having gone to the first one the night before) and got handed free glasses of brandy by the barman/owner (an expat from Manchester) about halfway through our meal because he was toasting with the other expats in the bar/restaurant and said, "We can't leave out the Americans."

One of the Canadians gave Kate his card and told us to call him if we missed our bus to the train station and needed a ride. We didn't, but should have called anyway to save €3.

Two more days in Paris, including the Louvre tomorrow. You can bet I'll go to the bathroom Langdon threw the bar of soap out of.