We love Carrefour

During our road trip, we used the French supermarket chain Carrefour often, and especially, We liked their organic range very much. Their readymade salads were a godsend when we became weary of eating out in unfamiliar places.

Thanks to free-roaming by O2, we could find branches of Carrefour on the road and replenish our supplies…

We made a detour to the supermarket before we arrived at Aix-en-Provence…

Mum bought boxes of Calissons d’Aix-en-Provence for her friends. We also bought milk, water, strawberries, a box of Kleenex and pastries.

We visited this Carrefour almost everyday while we stayed in Aix-en-Provence…

Regarding supermarket shopping bags, I thought the French were doing a lot better than the British. I bought this large reusable shopping bag at the Carrefour in Limoges and used it throughout our trip. Unlike the British chains, the French counterparts didn’t give out any plastic bag and the only alternative was paper bags. Why don’t they do the same in the U.K???

Even if the chains increase the price of the bag to 10p, it won’t encourage lazy people to bring their own bags. The only way to reduce the plastic waste is making single-use plastic bags UNAVAILABLE!

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Maximilianstaße, Augsburg

So, Augsburg was founded by Emperor Augustus. It was where the name came from! I chirped to mum while I googled about the statue in Rathausplatz.

From our bench, we could see people sitting on the rims of the fountain and enjoying the late afternoon sunshine. We wondered how scorching hot the square could be when the sun was high during the summer.

It will be very very hot…

The cloud above the square was remnants of the rain we experienced earlier that day.

While we were driving from Rothenburg to the city, we were met with a torrential downpour on A7. The beating of the rain drops was so ferocious that my dusty VW looked like if it went through a car wash once the rain was over. I must say that it was rather a hairy drive because the spray of the water produced by the lorries’ wheels blinded us momentarily every time we passed by them. When the downpour came down its hardest, the only thing we could see through the window screen was tail lamps of the cars in front of us in the shape of very blurry red dots.

‘Shall we get some fruits at a supermarket?’ We walked down Maximilianstraße. The thoroughfare looked like a major high street of Augsburg and both sides of it were lined with large stores.

Let’s try here, we spotted a supermarket. Mum was very curious about German groceries, especially tinned vegetables. In Japan, the people used much less tinned foods for everyday cooking, therefore, she was fascinated by the wide variety of them lining the shelves in Germany. After inspecting every single aisle, mum’s curiosity was satisfied and we left the shop with a box of strawberries, a few flat peaches and a bag of dried apple slices.

Then, I spotted a pharmacy. ‘Can I check if they stock the sunscreen I am after?’

I had been looking for a particular sunscreen by La Roche-Posay, called UVIDEA XL Ultra-light Mist SPF50. I asked about it at every chemist in France but couldn’t find it. And I was wondering if I had any luck in Germany. The pharmacy was large and did stock La Roche-Posay. However, they didn’t have the specific one I was looking for and I had to leave empty-handed. Oh, c’estla vie!

We continued our stroll down Maximilianstraße and arrived at a junction with Moritzplatz…

A multiple tramway tracks merged and forked at the junction…

Drum roll, please! We will ride a tram in my next blog entry (at last)…

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Measure Twice & Cut Once…

last Friday, a commotion occurred as soon as my work-weary Hubbie walked into our door. ‘I can’t believe I’ve done that!’ His hands were up in the air with his face contoured in annoyance, he repeatedly rummaged through his bag. ‘What’s all this? What have you done?’, I asked him. It turned out that a hard-drive in which he transferred all the projects he had to review by Monday, was missing from the bag and he thought it was still in the office, on his desk. ‘I clearly remember disconnecting it. I thought I put it in my bag’, he lamented. In the end, we opted for a quick drive to the office so we could put his troubled mind to rest.

On Rosebery Avenue, a queue was forming along The Old Finsbury Town Hall.
Is there a Halloween party?

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Shortly afterward we arrived at the office and Hubbie went inside while I waited in the car.
After 10 minutes or so, he came back with a very red face and muttered sheepishly, ‘I think it must be at home because I don’t see it in anywhere…’ WHAAAAAT? So we came all the way for nothing? As you can imagine I was not at all a happy bunny.
‘Since we are here with a car. Shall we drop in a supermarket to top up our supply?’ So we swung by Tesco on St John Street. We stuffed our basket with bread, fruits, eggs, bacon, butter, (also a copy of Grazia!)…etc, as we walked down the aisles. Shall we use a self-check out instead of queuing for a normal check-out? It turned out to be one of the worst automated check-out experience of our lifetime. First of all, the machine didn’t even allow us to start. We alerted a staff and she came for our rescue. She typed in some password and the machine was ready for scanning. Then, it started to act erratically again. This time, the scanner stopped working. The scanner went absolutely silent every now and them, interrupting us from stuffing our bags. We were getting increasingly annoyed and regretted for not opting for a normal check-out. Another annoying thing about this machine was a time-delay which had between items being scanned and moved to the bagging area. It kept on alerting us with an error message – ‘please remove any unscanned item from the bagging area’, we did scan it!! You dim-wit!! It was soooo infuriating. As the result, our little escapade at supermarket ended up being nothing other than a hair-tearing cursing session and left us utterly exhausted.
Once we were back in our car and Hubbie tried to start the car, the engine refused to ignite because a steering was locked. How many time did I tell you to straighten the steering when you are parking? It was just too much for Hubbie. He thought all the machines in the world were against him! Eventually, the steering was freed and we were on our way home. And at home, I did find the “missing” hard-drive in his bag. How could you miss it? The device was coloured in bright orange. I really think he needs a holiday or to take up less works…

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