sometimes you go to France for a sec.

Due to last minute planning and utter lack of motivation on my part, we spent a mere 1.5 hours in France. Hence, the lone photo.

We spent last weekend in Dover [which is a wonderful little gem of a town.] We later discovered that we could take a ferry out of the port of Dover into France. Well, turns out it's a 90 minute boat ride over to the port of Calais. I had never heard of the place, but I thought, we might as well go to say we went to France. So we bought the tickets to leave as early as possible [5:00pm], and return as late as possible [9:45pm]. I didn't do any research about the city of Calais other than a brief skimming of the wikipedia page. I learned there is almost nothing left pre-WWII, [as it was all destroyed with bombs.] So, the ferry got into Calais at about 6:30pm. Perfect, enough time to wander on foot and get back to the port to check in at 9:30 pm. 

WRONG.

We did not take into account the time change. It was actually 7:30pm.

Crap.

So, we book it in the direction which we hope is the direction to the town center, to find somewhere to eat. We had no map, and Taylor was trying to remember some French from high school. But his efforts were futile.

SIDE NOTE:

On the ferry ride over he tried to distract me from my sea sickness by teaching me what little french he could remember. It went a little something exactly like this:

[click me.]

So, after a 20 minute walk,  we end up finding this Cafe called "Cafe de Paris" which sounded pretty glam as most French things do, but I quickly learned that it was pretty much the French version of Denny's. Maybe a little classier. But Taylor ordered steak, and it came with bone marrow.

DISGUSTING. 

He could barely gag it down. I don't know why he felt he had to eat it, but he did. And he didn't shut up about how gross it was the whole rest of the trip. Poor thing. Poor me.

SO after dinner we had just enough time to get back to the port to check in for the ferry.  I put away my complaining skills and put my power walking skills to work. 

We made it.

So that's the story of when we went to France for a second.