Zelma’s Trip

Hooray, it´s not Tuesday 14th October any more! 

I got up, missed breakfast, whenever it was, and went out to check my emails.  I looked at more cameras before putting my memory card in to be zapped to a D.V.D.  Wow, that sounded really technical didn´t it.  A bit like my grandmother´s response when asked what kind of motorbike a relative had purchased when she replied, “I think it´s a Super Nintendo or something”.  Anyway, I faffed round town for a while whilst they were apparently burning my D.V.D and went back and bought a new camera from the aforementioned department store.  It was, fortunately, slightly less confusing on this visit.  Other than for one small detail actually, and that´s that the young assistant was still touching his nose and this time I was sure mine was sparkling clean, I even checked prior to walking in the store!  Anyway, so I head back to the place where the incompetent guy was burning my D.V.D only to be informed that it apparently takes more than three quarters of an hour.  I decided that the best way to fill the time was by getting a manicure so headed off. 

Having had a lovely, cheap French manicure and collected my D.V.D I pottered around the city.  I went back to the Parisian place where the artists gathered and watched a kind of changing of the guard type thing at the Palace.  All the roads around the palace were closed and there were an insane number of guards stamping their legs on the floor and changing their guns from hand to hand which I always think must come in immensely useful at times of trouble or conflict.  I managed to order a nice vegetarian pizza for lunch which pleased me.  I was also pleased at my lack of Spanish knowledge as several blokes made comments as I walked passed.  Sometimes ignorance really is bliss!