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I never liked the idea of palm reading, it seems too fixed, if you like, unchangeable.

But hands can say a lot about someone- the flat pad on a writers thumb, the unwashable dirt ingrained in a gardeners fingerprints. The delicate soft translucency of an office worker, the strong, developed thumbs of an obsessive computer gamer, the chewed nails of... someone who bites their nails :) the dry, chapped skin of a cleaner. I've got a few extra callouses on this trip, quite exciting really!

I just visited a chocolate museum. I went past it once, turned back after an agonizing hesitation, had another at the door, decided to continue on my journey and not waste my money.
Went about half a km down the road, did a U-ey and came back. It was worth it- a bag of dark chocolate buttons upon entry from a man with chocolate-coloured eyes. A film about the processes involved in making different types of chocolate; a bit like all the best bits from Chocolat, all melted together... It didn't even matter that I didn't understand a word, I just sat there, drooling.

Some incredibly bizarre-looking contraptions for the grinding of cacao powder, the seperation of cocoa butter, the moulding of eqster eggs, the coating of truffles in cacao... I think I'd better stop now.

The cycling is good in France, as there's usually a cycle path. When there's not, the drivers seem to be split bipolarly- half want to chat out the windows, half swerve at you and screech and flail out the window to try (and succeed) to scare the buggery out of you when you're hurtling down a hill. How considerate.

I found a nice spot by the sea just after the sun had disappeared, but it was still spilling its promise for tomorrow out across the sky.

Got into college, by the way :)