When I retired I pledged never to go north again, but I guess it doesn't count when flying Icelandair from foggy Copenhagen to sunny Orlando.
Anyway, here we are in the theme park capital of the World, and we're feeling quite amused.
Today, we are just trying to efface the hours we've gained and to spend a lazy day. 
Part of that project included visiting the Florida Mall, a humongous complex of shops of almost all trades. The interior was like a cacophonic anthill, –
– with stranger things than us !
We found a secluded corner with a French flavour,
and we were feeling European, even a bit French, when we enjoyed the pâtisserie ...
... Vive la petite Madeleine et vive le Proust !
Tomorrow we'll hit the road.