For the sake of the cafe owner's addiction drive to Montoire and find a tobacconist, buy a package of Marlboro Gold. Ask the girl behind the counter for a toothpick, and after consulting her telephone find out that they are called cure-dents in French.
No, no cure dents in the stationery shop in Montoire.
After delivering the cigarettes, see that cleaning the tablet's contact has let the thing charge. The little lamp is glowing green.
Take the road to Amboise, to see the house in which Leonardo da Vinci died, It is a fantastic Rennaisance restored structure with a beautiful garden, filled with representations of Leonardo da Vinci technical ideas.
All things that could work, but some did not, things that have been realised since.
All of them.
The gardens are lovely, and full of masked tourists. A few vain young women are wandering about without their masks. They don't care, they care more for admiring glances.
The tour of the house is a disaster, a long socially distanced shuffle.
The other tourists ignore the portrait by Dürer, and gawp at the models of the strange devices.
The show has many reprlicas.
But the painting attributed to Dürer is not a replica.
The drawings by Da Vinci are.
Afterwards walk past a store selling icecream.
Get one.
Strawbery.
Two fifty.
very nice.
Turn around, see angry faces.
The queue had been overlooked.
That was a hot day.
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