I got up at around 6:30. Then I started walking to the train station with my heavy luggage. At least it was better balanced now that I could also put stuff in my backpack. (My backpack was usually as light as possible because I was using it on the bicycle portion of the trip.) Then a bus to the airport. This got me there two hours before my flight to Frankfurt at 10:20.
So now we wait.
I killed some time shopping in the duty free store. I was told the local, specialty alcohol is pastis. I’ve never heard of it, but hey, “Product of Marseille” and that is all I’m really looking for.
Since I’m in France, I also grabbed a bottle of absinthe. I KNOW that stuff is vile, but I feel classy having it in my liquor cabinet. I just need to get the paraphernalia for drinking it now. If I recall you have to put a sugar cube on a silver, slotted spatula and pour the absinthe over it into the glass. Fire is also involved. I’m sure I can look this stuff up on the Internet.
The pastis just wants me to mix it with water.
2012-9-13 9:39