In the little town called Orsay...

We had wanted to go to Versailles this weekend, but we just realised on Friday night that there is a 1 for 1 ticket offer, which requires us to order on-line and print it out. Problem is, we can't print at home. And so, here we are in GIF, lazing the weekend away at the valley.

There was a really stressful 15mins at the bank, when we tried to change our pin for security sake. We have never thought that the ATM will not have English. Lucky for us, the counter staff spoke minimal English. Seems that right here, we cannot change our given pin to whatever we want, instead, we need to live with it. Printing our statements via the machine needs admin charge too. But I must say that the bank feels REALLY safe with double layer front doors. No way for robbers to escape without being trapped in between doors!

Had our lunch at teeny weeny Orsay. Euro 25 for 2 persons for a 3 course meal with coffee. Not too bad...delicious panna cotta!

I've never liked macaroons, except for their pretty appearance. But after trying the macaroons here with black coffee, it's never the same again.

Got some macaroons here

This is where the market, town hall and hospital is.

  

Love how this town has the mix of old and new architecture and culture. Even with the presence of Supermarches, the traditional fromageries, boulangeries, charcuteries and poissonneries are still very much visited by the locals.

The Student asked me what is signature about Orsay, and I say this bridge.

The mairie of Orsay

Taking a rest before our walk back home