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Where's Svlad? - The European Operation
London is a great city. It has all the majesty of England. But according to Trouble, the food lacks. (He's obviously never had a nice Bangers and Mash followed up with a Spotted Dick! Ed.) It's also very crowed. In fact, if you want to drive a small car when you're in town, you have to turn yourself in and pay a fine.
If you don't turn yourself in, well then it gets nasty.
First chance he got, Trouble decided to jump ship and head for France where he was assured of meals more to his liking.
Not really buying that Svlad had been kidnapped, or even the explaination of Biff's rival being responsible, Trouble sprang into action.
He changed some money...
drove past the Eifel Tower...
and had a meal in a place where the stairs had to be seen to be believed.
After a night in a rather cramped hotel, Trouble decided that Paris wasn't warm enough for him. He would "search" in a better climate.
Early the next morning, he packed up and headed for the train station.
There he caught the 7:45 to Nice.
The train to Nice makes a stop in Antibes Jean les Pins where there is a restaraunt
that looks like a cross between San Francisco in the 1960's and the Bat Cave.
But you can get a good drink, American cigarettes, and the local tourist brocheres.
Then back to the train and on to the warmer climate.
The train station in Nice is one of those post-WWII steel and glass jobs. On first glance it looks cool until you realize it has no soul.
Trouble's new hotel was just a cramped as the one in Paris.
It was quite an appiphany when Trouble realized that the French
are tiny little people, and thus need little room.
Time to do what he was here for, eat well. It's nice in Nice. During his walk about town, Trouble happens by a restaraunt called the Café De Libellule. He figured he'll have a much better time expensing a expensive meal with a name like this.
The meal was wonderful. But then things took a slightly weird turn.
Here on the coast of the Mediteranian, Trouble learned the
proprietor of this extremely French bistro was a small Asian woman.
Over drinks they talked of how she came to be in France. About how the French had colonized parts of Asia. The two hit it off and the woman, who always seemed to step into back light when ever trouble raised his camera, suggested she show him more of the better places to eat in Europe.
Late that evening, Trouble spotted a better hotel...
and decided to upgrade.
Now this was not shabby.
Neither was the bathroom.
Trouble and his new found friend would spend two more days in Nice, eating lavish meals,
going to the beach...
and watching birds shit on French guys.
Next Time: Part 6 Banana Republics