A detour to pick up a special package arriving by train.
It’s not a very scenic ride. There was some of this…
And town after town that looks like American suburbs. With no boulangeries. Very suspicious. Zombie apocalypse? Potemkin villages!?
View from our hotel.
Besides the largest American WWII cemetery in Europe, which we will see tomorrow, this statue of fighting unicorns is the only notable sight we find on a Sunday afternoon.
Our package arrives safe and sound and we spend the rest of the day hanging out at the pool in the modern nameless wonderfully sterile chain hotel.