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... suggests. I wasn't really very interested, so I didn't care. I did like the security system though. Bullet proof glass and it can go into the wall? So cool. Back when I first saw the British museum I had the reaction of "Holy **** they stole everything!", well with the Louve I had the reaction of "holy **** the stole everything else!" It's incredible how much stuff is in there. I walked around for hours and didn't even touch the third floor. I did see the Venus De Milo ...

... friend John (who, by the way, I haven't spoken to in a long time) in a hostel in Prague where my friend April and I were staying. We all hung out together for several days, exploring the city's delights. The following year it just so happened that he was planning to travel in the Caucasus region and I was going to be in Armenia for two months doing an internship. He came to visit me in Yerevan and then we made plans for him to visit me in Madrid so we could take a trip ...

... amount (enough to laugh at the important jokes and follow the story in pretty good detail). The film is a quirky comedy about a man who gets transfered to work in a far-away town and must commute home on the weekends to be with his family. Definitely good French practice! Thursday was the ballet in the evening after class and lectures. We saw Dame Aux Camelias which is a fairly new (1980s) ballet at the Palace Garnier. The Garnier is ...

... anthropological museum, no tour of the castle.... we could obviously see some of it and of course got to walk up lots of stairs as was our habit :-).. also got to see a real moat that was outside and a beautiful garden designed by the famous designer Le Notre. We pretty much "ran" through it as my real reason for getting out to this neck of the woods was to see one of my favorite authors home, Alexandre Dumas of the "Three Musketeers" fame and his Monte ...

Amiens, where we ate at noon was not our main goal fior the trip that day. It was Gerberoy. A beauty but a little dissappointing. Dissappointing because there was an art fair and we were not able to enjoy its quiteness that normally exists. Our daughter had a lesson in school about the crême de Chantilly. In Gerberoy we decided to visit Chantilly.

OK, I'm getting even worse at my posting times since it's nearly 3 a.m. in Paris. Ended the night on a great note, but today definitely had its ups and downs. Left my hotel at 9:15 a.m. to catch my 10:28 a.m. Eurostar train to Paris. While I was in transit via Tube, I started wondering if I had allotted enough time because I wasn't sure how involved passport control and luggage screening would be, so I got a little nervous. I ended up with about 30 minutes to spare and the ...

... video I will try to put up. It was a really cool experience to be there and then to see them race through the finish line and then slow down and stop right in front of us. We headed home. We are all meeting at our apartment to go out for a dinner on our last night in Paris. It should be a good night. We need to finish up packing and clean our apartment because the shuttles are picking us up in the morning.

... in the middle of the night and asked who else was coming to Paris. Megan (who didn't drink) said we were the only ones here, and i fell back asleep. But then I woke up and started cursing and screaming "WHERE THE **** ARE WE? WHO THE **** ELSE IS COMING?" and Megan got scared and Maggie thought she was dreaming so she got up and slept next to the window. I have no recollection of that event. We woke up and got ...

... not staffed at the moment... in fact, besides the sign, it looks long abandoned, so I finally find *a* ticket vendor... getting closer, I do see Roissybus under the list of options. So I ask for a ticket to that "Une ticket pour la Roissybus, s'il vous plait". And the lady behind the glass gives me a blank stare. Okay, so I wasn't rolling my R's properly, but gosh, was it really that bad? Where is it I want to go? "au Paris" (making sure to make the "s" silent because I ...

... the tower then there are men selling roses all over the places. They try the angle of telling you that they just want to give it to you not sell it to you. Then they hit up your husband to pay for it. Once it is in your hand it is hard as hell to give it back. They use your unfamiliarity of the area against you. When I was here in 1996 I didn't experience this so I don't know what cultural changes ...