So much scandal of late! At dinner yesterday night two Italian ladies got into a huge argument. Today at lunch everybody was freaking out about the food (we are in France, after all). People have been coming to this place for years and years, and the hotel reopened just this week after many months of renovation. Everybody says it used to be better in the old days. Of course.

Since I’ve never been here before, I think everything’s great, although I will admit that the quality of the food (like the girl in the poem, when it’s good, it’s really really good, but when it’s bad, it’s horrid) has, shall we say, been up and down.

What Equus has to do with a spa I’ll never know. But if you think a Trojan Horse is weird, check this out:

I spent at least half an hour yesterday photographing that guy. More than one person asked me if I wanted to have my picture taken with him and I kept saying no thanks. Trying to explain that I was planning to post the picture on my style blog–in French–would have sapped the energy I needed to bike back to town to take more pictures of the people there.

Before I go, one last photo from the spa: