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Today was absolutely amazing and reminded me why I fell in love with France!!! We started off with a bus tour of Paris with photo stops at la tour Eiffel and les Invalides. After our tour, we ventured off to Giverny to see Monet's house and gardens. Words cannot describe how beautiful it was!!! I think we all could have stayed there forever!!! On top of it, his house was pink and green, which made me very happy!!! It was a Sweet Briar girl's dream ...
... restoring part of it so it doesn't look as good as it did my first time due to the scaffolding. It is still a sight to behold! We decided to get a drink but really we wanted to sit down. Paris is one of those cities where I forget how much I am walking because the city is beautiful. We sat down at the first place we saw and took in the views of the Champs Élysées! Fast forward a little bit: I found out later from my Parisian friend Charlotte that ...
... By this time she's in full troubleshooting mode with the two of them chattering away in French while she''s working the breakers,. My role has been reduced to holding the flashlight (it was pitch black by now)..
After an hour ... the lights come back on. Turned out one of the 20 breakers was fused and when that happens you have to pull it out for everything else to come back on. Not so straightforward to figure that out. We thanked ...
... before going around the back streets of Montmartre to get to the Place du Tertre where the artists have their stands. It was here where the word 'bistro' was invented as the Russian soldiers wanted to get their drinks quickly and shouted bistro, bistro which means quickly in Russian. Many of the students decided to get their portrait done and we haggled down a good price for it. Some wanted caricatures and others full color portraits but this ...
... remembered every turn. This kept happening to me - there were whole stretches of Paris that I knew not at all, and then pockets that I knew instantly and intimately - this was the good bread, that the bar with the cheap Kirs. I suppose it's like that with anywhere you've lived and not returned to in a while. And I wish it were that way with my French, which was steadily terrible throughout the trip. I could talk to waiters, more or less, but was ...