|Lille looks like a completely charming mash-up of French and|
|The Column of the Goddess, aka the Memorial of|
the Siege of 1792.
Since we had arrived at about lunchtime, our next order of business was to find a place to eat. We stumbled upon a crepes place, and that sounded like a good idea to all of us. I didn't get photos of our savory crepes because we devoured them much too fast, but when it was time for dessert crepes I had a bit more presence of mind.
|Cassonade, or Lille sugar.|
Behind mine is Morgan's, which has ice cream lurking under it.
|The wind thoroughly foiled the waiter's attempts to set Emily's on fire.|
I mean, the alcohol on this one. He wasn't trying to incinerate her crepe.
And of course, there was a church. There are always churches. This one was Saint-Maurice. which Wikipedia tells me was started in the 14th century but not completed until the 19th. We had a good (if probably blasphemous) laugh over finding a statue of St. Expeditus. "Must be the patron saint of UPS drivers," I said. (Note: as it turns out, he's apparently the saint to ask for help keeping you from procrastinating, and he's also the patron saint of hackers. Hm.)
|Lille has the world's slowest church-builders.|
|It's bigger on the inside, I think.|
And since it's probably bad form to end a blog post on a parenthetical statement, I'll also add that somewhere at the end of all the blathering about these visits, I'll post links to where you can see more photos from each place, because there definitely are more photos!
|There is a lot going on here, and I understand|
almost none of it.