Stomp and other American Phemenona

   Today seemed to start like any other. I woke up, got dressed, and went for a run around the horse track. Of course, as an added bonus, today was race day, which translates to sheer madness.
   Mobs of people wearing fancy clothing were piling into the stadium. Cars, buses, and horse-trailers littered the street and sidewalk, and I desperately tried to navigate between them. Every time I thought I found a clear route, a security guard would direct me back into the fray. Oh well.
   Later, after a blissful nap, we headed over to Stomp! I had never seen it before, and it was quite magnificent.
   For dinner we stopped "chez McDo," and I ordered the Royal-O-Fish, the dressed up version of the fillet-o-fish that isn't sold in America. As per McDonald's tradition, they offered a bastardized version of the local cuisine on the menu, the "Croque McDo." (In all fairness, the stroopwaffle McFlurry offered in the Netherlands was absolutely delicious)
   I decided to take a few pictures, of the theatre and architecture of the surrounding area. And of course, the McDo. No mansard roofs here, but the same familiar food (plus a few twists). Until next time!

-Ian