The big white church up in the mountain. I forgot the name of it...sorry but it's sure is a place for tourist. While we walked up the hill to the church, all the streets were selling the mini eiffel towers, I heart Paris T-shirt and gypsy asking you to play cards So if you are not into this kind of tourist stuffs then you can skip all that and go straight uphill like we did. Plus super cautious of your purse and wallet.
Okay we went uphill and stopped at the steps of the church. Picco then asked me would I marry him if he carried me up to the door of the church. And I said yes ofcourse. So I didn't need to walk up those millions of steps and also get a finacee. (this is just a trial proposal).
We walked around the interior of the church a bit and went to get food at a local restaurant on a street that is behind the church. When I said "local", I meant really "local" with no English menu or English speaking person what so ever. Without known what's on the menu, but with our adventurous guts, we waited 20 mins for a table for two and entered this French restaurant.
After millions of body language dominated conversation and saying QUI QUI QUI later, we finally got our food on the table!
The food is not excellent but it's good. With a three course menu that ends with a nice pudding for desert, I think I accomplished a lot with the handicap of my french.
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