In my anger at USAA last week (hey bank, yeah, you: Fuck you.), I managed to forget that we went to Rouen.
This fourth journey to Rouen (unfortunately there’s a post detailing our New Year’s Eve exploits sitting in a text file somewhere; I think it would be a little weird to add it now) was embarked upon with three goals:
- We were to relax;
- We were to escape the heat;
- We were to shop (it’s soldes season, and Rouen (read: anywhere, really) is cheaper than Paris to begin with, so we figured we’d find some deals. Ask the Purrito about my chouette new shoes for work…)
We accomplished the entirety of this list, though we added a strange wrinkle; the food sucked. A new pizza place, a lackluster bagel joint, and a terrible, terrible restaurant (we both seem to have gotten mildly sick at the haché chicken burger) were all awful.
We’ll stick to the (mediocre, if safe) pizza joint next time.
There used to be an aesthetically-pleasing building here. (Adjacent to the donjon).
Waiting for the cathedral light show.
Show the first: a story of the Viking invasions that plagued the Normandie region in the middle ages. The second show (which we didn’t know about, and which we caught somewhat by accident, hence the lack of pictures) was about Jeanne d’Arc.
It was pretty damn impressive.
Still neat.
Words.
Damage to the hotel de ville inflicted during the bombardment of Rouen.
And the plaque confirming it.
All of the scaffolding is gone. This was the first time that we had seen a significant part of the edifice.
From the attached archbishop’s complex; there’s a new Jeanne d’Arc tour that utilizes this building.
Aître Saint-Maclou. Now the courtyard of the fine arts school, it was originally a 14th century plague cemetery.
Additional woodwork.
Fezzik In Paris 