We had free breakfast at the hotel with no front door, so we went downstairs and they shouted at us to go back up and they'd bring it to us. Breakfast consisted on a piece of toast and a croissant each and Martin's tea was basically hot water. The shower is about as effective as the wifi, both of which can be described by the word 'dribble'.
Despite Mark wearing new trainers and Martin's ankle still broken from when he jumped down some stairs a few says should we decided to walk the 27 minutes to the Planterium. After about 25 mins walking we checked the map to find we'd gone in completely the wrong direction, so we turned around and somehow took an even longer route back to the hotel. At least we knew where we were now so we took the 27 min route. Eventually we found the place, so all in all, it took about 90 mins of walking and our feet were now ruined.
It was closed. It had been closed since 2011 so Mark went off to find something to kick while Martin translated the French which said it had moved to another part of the city. In fact it had been moved to hear where we'd gone earlier in the day when we took the wrong route. Back to the hotel!
Some googling showed that even the new place was closed on Mondays anyway so we looked for something else to do. The Giles Villeneurve museum was always on the cards so we opted to go there instead, this time in the car. So we left the hotel via the fire escape and headed over to the nearby island that it was on.
We couldn't find the museum, but we were on the island that the F1 circuit was on so we looked to find that. Embarrassingly it turns out that we were on it already! The circuit is completely open o you can drive around it at will. It's decided up for cyclists and cars but other than the 30kph speed limit, there were no restrictions.
We spent a fair bit of time driving around and seeing the wall of champions, the corner where Kubica had his big crash. The bit where Rosberg forced Lewis wide and so on. I. The pits we climbed onto the podium and even on to the gantry above the start finish line where the chequered flag is waved. We were amazed it was this accessible, but the most amazing thing was that there were only about three other cars doing the same.
We found some Boris bikes for hire, there were only two left which was perfect, but one was broken, so we hired the working one and took it in turns cycling around the circuit wi the other person driving alongside mocking them.
Eventually it was time to leave and I will admit that we may have accidentally broken the 30kph speed limit while taking a lot of kerb through Corn Senna.
Back at the hotel we had a rest to get ready for an evening out. Although we'd already walked further than the Proclaimers we decided to walk downtown, a route we now knew well from our trek to the planetarium.
We found a proper American finer so stopped there for food and a milkshake even thicker than Rooney. Martin ordered a burger and Mark went for chicken and ribs. When the food turned up, the burger was so large that Scooby Doo would have had trouble eating it and Marks combo was basically two meals! We couldn't even get them both in shot for a photo.
Following that we rolled next door to a real American bar with a Cheers style bar in the middle, lots of TVs for sportage and plenty of beer. After the large meal, we opted for just the one pint as you can see in the picture below.
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