After we left the nectary, we drove through the countryside, split on what we wanted to do. Kyle wanted to visit the cafe, while I wanted to see the art museum.
After talking it over, we decided to go to the cafe to get something to eat first, and then go to the museum afterwards.
Kyle came away from the museum inspired by the paintings and sculptures there.
But, apparently, the plasma nectar he'd had begun to have an effect on him.
Back at the base camp, Kyle met a fellow traveler, apparently from the university student group which was also visiting Champs Les Sims at the time, and began talking about French cuisine.
But we couldn't wait to get upstairs and get some, ahem, quality time, in.
You could see where that went.
Midway through, though, a rogue paparazzo walked through, and he decided to get an eyeful and a camera full.
I was clearly exasperated. Calmly, I got up and evicted the gentleman (who clearly wasn't quite so gentle) from our honeymoon suite.
