The tour was fine; we walked along a lot of the same route as last night, and we saw everything in a different light. We went into the Cath�drale Saint Sauveur; there was an organ lesson going on. We hurried to join a tour of the cloister, which was interesting. I wouldn't care so much about these little details without the guide. I still don't care about the little details, but it's interesting enough. Aix reminds me of Avignon, but cleaner and probably more snobby. It might be the Santa Barbara of Provence.

Anyway, then V asked the guide to open up the relief on the Sunday doors. He opened them just for us, and soon a crowd formed. He showed us the greek cybils and the prophets, and where some people had chipped off a piece of the relief as a souvenir. After that we took off, back home for lunch.

Lunch was tabouli and pan fried steak. They eat steak like I eat albacore tuna: raw on the inside. It almost tasted like sashimi. For dessert there were apricots and peaches. I watched V peel a peach, but she laughed when I started peeling an apricot. What's the vowel in apricot? Is it the "a" of "cat" or the "a" as in "able?"

After lunch they took off and I did my laundry. It's still hanging now, probably dry. The proven�al sun is bright and warm but not hot. I don't know why everyone is so hot. But actually, the clothes were already almost dry by the time I had them up. One of my socks is really holy.
They're going to give me a key and password so I can go buy a phone card and a bus ticket. I really like hanging out here, but I suppose that would be odd if I didn't strike out on my own to see Aix. I must say, though, that if I don't go into town, I don't have to spend any money. I suppose I should find an internet cafe to pay my bills.