Quick update from the south of France:
* The fuckin Spanish won the world cup. Argh.
* It's hot here. Like, really hot. Plus a dash of humidity. Tuscany was better, climatewise. I understand the concept of the siesta better now (we had one this afternoon).
* French "men" have no problem kissing each other and most of them are walking around with purses. This is a nation of closet gays, I tell you.
* The restaurant where we watched the world cup tonight reportedly has a hole in the ground for a toilet. So this is also a nation of uncivilized animals.