Crêpes

I flew from Rome to Paris on Friday night. My first attempt to speak French in France went like this: I had purchased a bus ticket from BVA to Paris online, but hadn't been able to print it out. So I took a deep breath, walked up to the ticket office in the airport, and when it was my turn I said, "Bonjour monsieur! J'ai acheté mon billet, mais ... uhh ... I couldn't print it out. But I have my confirmation number right here!" He responded: "Okay, write your name down and I'll look it up." Fail.

I met up with Steph and Lani once in Paris and we stayed with another girl from BYU, Ingrid, who is an intern there. The weekend was wondeful! Great weather, tons of crêpes, falafels, pastries, mmm... I did actually successfully speak with people in French, too. And I would like to take this opportunity to disprove the rumors that Parisians are rude. We had many people who were extremely helpful and kind to us. In fact, the only snooty people we met were an American family in Versailles from Salt Lake City. We hit up the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Luxembourg Gardens, Notre Dame, and Versailles, as well as a crazy Fête Nationale party, some very successful shopping, and (of course) Mac Do's! I still feel like I barely saw any of Paris though, and I'd love to go back if I have time in August.





More pictures are on facebook.