Breakfast was at the French cafe and it was a delicious meal after the morning exercise of swimming back from the Island in the middle of the river.
Their next location to go to was the tower from which they could see practically everything in Champs Les Sims. When they walked up to the top of the tower, the view was panoramic in all directions. And of course, Braden had to kiss his beloved Greta at the top of the tower.
The museum was also a stop that had to be made; after all, what better stuff to do in France then admire French architecture and their world museums. And of course yet another shared kiss in the view of some statues.
Of course, when one is in Champs Les Sims, one has to visit the Cimetière de Champs Les Sims and what more romantic thing to do than to explore the catacombs. I'm sure I could think of other things much more romantic than tromping through mud and slime covered rocks amidst a bunch of dead bodies, but well...sims are sims.
While Braden and Greta were down slipping around in the pitch dark amidst spooky sounds, two sims were up above flirting and giving each other flowers. How romantic, of all places to declare one's love for each other. Around the final resting places of a bunch of dead sims. Sort of gives a new meaning to the section of the vow that goes. "Till death do us part..." - some sort of metaphorical meaning by telling your love that you love them in the midst of a graveyard?
Well, it seemed as though Greta and Braden were enjoying themselves down there with the cadavers and the zombie bears because each one of them were down there for an inexplicably long time.
...and the two of them came out singed. I wonder how much car detailing costs in France. Gotta send the Limo into Bigfoot Car Detailing - that's gonna cost a bunch of francs to get the smell of zombie bears out of the upholstery. Hope the spelunking was worth it.
Being hungry again, they had to stop in at the cafe.
Of course, they found themselves back on the island in the middle of a French estate and enjoying themselves camping, no paparazzi around them to make life miserable and enjoyed a pleasant night to themselves in the tent. In the morning they opted to head for their next destination.
...someplace slightly more arid...hopefully they won't get bitten by a horned viper, that'll put a quick end to Braden's being the heir.
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