Up early to capture the sunrise with Bessie who pounces on my bed as if she knows something is up today, our last day.
We are going to have a day of packing for our trip and getting ready to drive home with the cats in their boxes tomorrow. On our last day I am determined to have churros for breakfast. I headed for all the regular cafe's yesterday and they were all closed. Finally at 11:00 Jeanne texts me today to say that my breakfast corner has opened and I head over for my last breakfast in Marbella.
Jeanne is off to the gym and I am off to a leisure day and some shopping at the tail end of the sales. I have made an appointment for the dentist to get my teeth cleaned later for only 48 euros. In America the price would be over 100 dollars, I am fairly sure. In France it would be about 70 euros with my Lebanese dentist with his state-of-the-art office, less from some others French dentists perhaps. The quality of cleaning in France is not always up to my standards. I heard once from a French dentist that we Americans are obsessed with our teeth. That may be so as I feel teeth are pretty important.
While looking for Scotch tape, I open three drawers in the apartment and can't resist taking photos of what I found there. I did not touch a thing but I love this found composition.
Philippe's stuff 1
By the way, the hygienist was one of the most professional I have ever come across and I will hope to go there again in the future for further work.
Tomorrow we hit the road after packing up four months of living for Jeanne, one week for me. A demain.