We're fortunate with the weather on Saturday, it's sunny and warm, and we also find out that the market is open, so we end up buying lunch there and eating it in a nice park, after visiting the Beffroi d'Arras, the bell tower. I'm scared to walk up the 43 stairs that we have to walk after a short elevator-ride- as always, since I'm afraid of heights - but after some moments of freaking out, we end up on the top of it, alive and happy. The view is beautiful, and the weather is very windy, so we discuss how to say hairbrush in German and Hungarian, since these are our mother tongues. I still regret I'm unable to remember the word, until today I haven't been able to make friends with this language. Burstel, brustel, brastal, whatever. (And please ignore the fact if these words mean something in any other language, I'm just trying to spell the German word for a hairbrush, okay?) We talk about Oktoberfest and cities we wish to visit.
one part of the market, seen from the Beffroi
this is a real market
The park we settle in to finish our lunches, is close to the centre, small and friendly, but one doesn't always need an enormous botanical garden to have a nice picnic. We end up talking for about 3 hours about many different topics, interests, etc.
Before ditching Arras for Lille again, we do some window-shopping and admire the fact, how calm and peaceful the city is. We don't buy anything at the end, but walk to the train station to realize that we still have half an hour to kill, before the Blablacar driver shows up. I suggest having a coffee, and we sit on a caffé terrasse for some espressos, and to share the 7,60 euro price of our journeys. Blablacar is cheap in fact.
We sit in the backseat of a Fiat Punto on the highway between Arras and Lille, in Northern-France and talk about more stuff.
I buy the first bagel of my life in Lille after arriving. At Bagelstein, they are as friendly as they can be even 1-2 hours before closing time, with another 10 hours of working behind. The lady explains us how we can order, after my quite loud "wow" when entering the place. It looks good and appetizing, so sorry, I'm not sorry. It is WOW! (No, I'm not getting payed by Bagelstein. :)) I order a bagel covered in poppy-seeds, which reminds me of Hungarian patisserie and my day is complete.
Arras, mercí, c'était trés agréable. :)
Photo update 05/28:
Greetings from Arras! Oh, and bürste. I learned it! I'm getting there! Yay!