After a lot of attempted negotiating with the emotionally devoid French, Marty was forbidden from accompanying me to the conference in Rennes. So I left him in the apartment with a kitchen full of food and a new puzzle for entertainment and went to Rennes.
While the conference turned out to be a bit of a waste of time it was a good chance to catch up with some ex-kepertites, see Rennes, have a crepe Suzette and some cidre.....oh have a run in with a crazy hotel lady in a pink dressing gown.
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