Everybody loves eggs in France.  They eat eggs all the time and on everything imaginably possible.  Morning, noon and night, it's eggs, eggs, eggs.

We drove into Orleans hungry and I insisted on eating at nearly the first establishment in sight.  The food was good enough, but more than anything I was shocked that some French teenagers were eating egg pizza two tables away from us.  EGG PIZZA.  Egads!  Also, we watched a family dining with their dog in tow.  Imagine that - seeing a family wandering around a French town with a dog in tow.

We found Orleans to be fairly bland.  Besides the cathedral, we didn't take any pictures and decided to hit the road an hour or so after arriving.