Seaside Cafes.

Sarah and I at the cafe where the alcohol soaked fruit was served

Lindsey and I overlooking the one of the many sea ports in Marseille

Sarah: Caitlin, who is that?
Me: I don't know,why?
Sarah: I thought you'd know.
Me: Why, cause I'm Mormon? Girl this is a thousand year old Catholic cathedrale. Mormonism wasn't even invented yet.

Luckily, you never grow out of field trips, even in college!

On Wednesday this week, we got a break from regular classes, and journeyed the 20 min to the second largest city in France, Marseille.
I had only been to the great city one time, when we first arrived from The States, and I only saw the airport. This was a much different experience.

The city itself is as huge and metropolitan as any other city with more than 500,000 inhabitants. The buildings are made from grey stone and are all decorated with red rooftops. The view from above most large european cities look much the same.
Marseille has an incredible history, and we saw only a smidgen of the sights and historical evidence that proves its long and rich history.

The highlight of the trip was our lunch at a darling seaside cafe. It took us a while to find a cafe that we wanted to eat at, most were all seafood, which does not agree with most of our delicate palates.

We did stumble upon a restaurant, that claimed to have the best deal on "moules and frites" (mussels and fries) ew. gross.

So, of course, my gal pals immediately take a seat in the deep blue chairs with anchor patterned napkins. What traitors.

I find something on the menu that sounds innocent enough.

A nice small salad with carrots, tomatoes, chicken, grapefruit, pineapples, and a oil and vinegar dressing. A half salad comes with a dessert, how nice to have a fruit salad with my greens!

What luck!

I should have known better, always.

My salad comes, and I take a bite of a few pieces of chicken and fruit.

My mouth burns as I realize my grapefruit is soaked in..rum?

I attempt to eat around my liquor soaked lettuce leaves, leaving a vast majority of my 13 euro salad on my plate.

I decide to skip dessert telling the waiter, no dessert, s'il vous plait.

We get the bill, and low and behold, I am charged an extra 4 euro for my dessert, that I never got, and certainly didn't eat.

I promptly tell the waiter, who comes back with the manager, and he promptly tells me

" Madamoiselle, you ordered this and you must get it, you are paying for it either way".

Plus, the fruit wasn't part of the deal.

So I got chocolate ice cream. Oh darn!