Demain, nous irons à Paris et puis j'espère qu'il serais très intèressant. (Tomorrow, we are going to Paris. I hope it will be very interesting). Did you know that the French don't have a word for exciting? At first it seems weird, but we've all pretty much decided that the French don't really get excited, so it isn't that difficult to not have a word for it. Moi, je suis amèricaine, puis je préfererais s'il y aura un mot qu'on peut utiliser (Me, I'm american so I would prefer to have a word that I could use for it.)
I can't remember what I have and haven't written about...so I'll just go for it. The wine tasting dinner was excellent: I had smoked salmon filet for appetizer, some other sort of delicious fish and vegetables for the main course, and rhum cake that wasn't my favorite, for dessert. For each course we learned about how to look at the wine, smell it and taste it. So watch out, y'all I'm a real sommelier now (haha).
I have my cours de cuisine class tonight and I think I recall him saying that we were going to learn how to arrange flowers with the floral arranging students. pas mal de tout. Should be informative.
Meeting about our Paris trip in a few minutes. Things we want to do: Saint Chappelle, Rodin Museum, Angelina's (best hot chocolate in the world, apparently), and general wandering/shopping. In addition, I believe we are also getting visits to the Louvre (mais, bien sur) and the Orsay.
Must go, running out of time. Hope home is loverly.
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Paris is unique. There is no place like it. Everyone should visit Paris. Can’t wait to hear about the weekend’s adventure.
The first time I went to Paris was in 1982. Dad and I stayed at a charming hotel off the Champs Elysees.
There had been terrorist attacks on Jewish business' and newspaper publishers so the streets were full of very handsome, uniformed police carrying machine guns. It made quite an impression on a naive woman who's foreign travel had taken her as far as Vancouver, BC. The sheer beauty of the city contrasted with the stark reality of the danger that existed at that point in time disturbed me. The doorman said to me "Maadaame Rosee you worree too muche" because I kept quizzing him.
It took me a few trips to realize there really is always something to be afraid of when you leave your bubble. Despite my Brockhaus tendencies of negativity(I had only been a Rose for a year at that point)it was an amazing time.
I'll be thinking of you this weekend while I'm in Winnipeg celebrating Uncle Perry's 50th.
Eat a piece of bread with brie for me.
Love YOU!
Hi sweetpie,
I have been following along with your adventures although I haven't left any comments until now. It is all very exciting and makes me want to get on a plane and visit you in France! So that's exactly what I'm going to do! What should we see? Mom thinks perhaps we should rent a car and tour Provence. At least that's what Rick says we should do! Cinque Terre of course, but that will only take 2-3 days. What do you think!
Love, Dad
How have your additional travels gone, excluding the interesting two weeks with your parents?
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