Dimanche Part II

Once again, it is Sunday in France. I missed breakfast at the hostel, of course, because my iPhone was still out of commission. So for breakfast I had chocolate cookies and Fanta (it's like staying over at Dad's again!). Then I tried charging my phone, just in case, and voilà! It works again. I swear there is something terribly demonic about this iPhone. As soon as I get back it is going in a cell phone graveyard somewhere. Anyway, I showered and dressed and set out for the town. I was really hoping the English bookstore would be open, but of course it was not. So I acquired an espresso elsezhere, killed some time people watching, and went about discovering. I found a church with some Benedictine tombs which was pretty cool and also quite eery. I also found an outdoor market with cheese and spices and what not on display. It made me long for a kitchen to cook in; as all of you know, I have absolutely no affinity for cooking. I somehow, accidentally, made it back to the place in which I started. I tried to go to the internet cafe - closed. Found another bookstore - closed.
By some stroke of genius, I had the idea of checking to see if the cinema was open. It was and the next film was in an hour. I walked to cours de Mirabeau and had a beer and waited. I went back to the cinema, bought a ticket, and found a seat without incident. Once the film began, however, I realized that I will, indeed, always be an idiot. The film was in German with French subtitles. I knew that seeing a film in French zould be challenging. This scenario was one I was ill-equipped for. I'm not really quite sure what happened in the film. In between reading/deciphering French subtitles, hearing familiar German words, and trying to actually WATCH the movie, I got very, very lost. So lost, in fact, that when the film ended, I was shocked.
Something interesting about theatres in here is that they don't have popcorn. They also don't sell tubs of coke or rip you off too much. There was one trailer to the film, which was in English. The didn't have a giant candy bar dancing around reminding you to shut your cell phone off. People in France already know such common facts of life. Also, people actually sit next to each other. I mean - parties who do not know each other sit next to each other. They don't leave the one seat elbow room like Americans.
Although I gleaned absolutely nothing from the film, the experience was overall enriching. I'm having a farewell Chouffe at the pub and then heading back to the hostel. Tomorrow, I'm going to Marseille for some authentic bouillibaise, catcalls, and palm trees. Soon I'll be bidding au revoir to Provence and journey to Julien's hometown of Annecy. Then the countdown to Boston begins!!!