Went to some kind of Medieval Festival with xkatjafx today (hey, stop laughing, xkatjafx!); we ate well, but left well before 21:41. You've got to imagine it -- we wanted to leave my car behind one village earlier to avoid parking trouble, and therefore had decided to take the bus. After all, they'd told me they'd, just for today, established a special bus line that'd run free for all wanting to go to the festival. What they hadn't told me was that the first bus retour would run at... you got it. 21:41. Funny. Not.

I still feel sorry for the handfull of elderly people who hadn't jumped out of the bus upon hearing this little gem like xkatjafx and I had; imagine haunting the finite amount of stands until well into the evening... ;-)

We took the car. And after walking through it all once, we left for the big flea market a few kilometers away. Where I bought the wrong book. But well, no day's perfect. ;-)