Welcoming in the Tour de France

You can never get bored in Paris. This is my third time to the city and there are always new discoveries to be made. I love it! On Saturday, Ali and I decided to take a walking tour of the city, rather than hop on the metro, for the whole day. After grocery shopping, window shopping and strolling by some quaint cafés on a beautiful sunny morning, we went to the Jardin de Luxembourg. I loved it there! There were people everywhere enjoying the gardens and activities. It was so fun yet relaxing. Something for everybody.

One of the first things we saw in the garden was a small Statue of Liberty that Auguste Bartholdi used as a model for the larger one that France gave to the United States. We took a picture next to it, of course. We then went to a Guignol marionnette show that was taking place in a small theater in the park. The first three rows were all reserved for kids so they could participate in the show. It was so fun. It felt like we had been transformed back in time to Punch and Judy shows that I have only seen in the movies. These were the most high tech puppets I had ever seen in all sorts of costumes. They danced, moved, and got the audience to participate like you see at the Desert Star. Definitely something not to be missed!

On the rest of our stroll in the Jardin de Luxembourg, we saw everything from old men playing Boules to rows of people playing organized chess or cards to joggers, to stands that sell Barbe a Papa (Dad's Beard....Mmmmmm!!!! Really means Cotton Candy) and Crepes for all to enjoy. There are parts were you can sit on the grass and everybody does and other parts where they kick people off the neatly manicured lawns. Ali and I bought lemon sugar crepes and sat on the permitted sections of grass to enjoy them. Some young guys next to us pulled out their guitar and we loved the little concert, but the police quickly arrived to tell them to put the music away.

When we got home on Saturday night, I decided to save 10 Euros and wash my laundry in my bathtub rather than paying for a washing machine. It's not like I didn't get used to it in Brazil. I hung it up to dry on our balcony.

Sunday was a super packed day!! I wanted to start off by seeing the Bird Market. This is usually a flower market except on Sunday, where the vendors bring out live birds. We decided to get off on a later metro stop before church so that we could see it. Sure enough, there were birds all over the place: caged birds, free flying pigeons, bird food, all set up on a long street in Cité. We then walked to church and it was a great meeting. Afterwards, we rushed off to welcome in the Tour de France.

Now, in all honesty, I have never really gotten into bike races. However, the excitement present in the city that day got me all pumped up! I was almost temted to buy a yellow shirt and flag. We pushed through crowds of people to try and get the best view but some of them had been camped out since the early hours in the morning. We found a spot and waited for a couple of hours...no sign of the riders. We weren't sure exactly what time they would be coming in..sometime between 2:00 and 5:00. Ali and I were hungry, so we went to get a baguette with tomatos on it at the carnival nearby. Afterwards, there was a soft ice cream train--near impossible to resist. I chose vanilla and this delicious black licorice flavor mixed. Mmmmm!!! At this time, the Tour de France still hadn't arrived. We decided to choose another spot to watch it from. Ali said, "Why don't we take a ferris wheel ride? Could be fun. Maybe we will get lucky and see them from the top of the ferris wheel. Ha ha." It sounded like a fun idea, so we walked over. We debated on whether it was worth 6 Euros to ride it. Well, we finally decided to ride it after 10 minutes of deciding and could you believe.....we were on top of the Ferris wheel when all this cheering started happening. The riders were coming in!!! What timing!!! We took tons of pictures!! When we got down on the ground, we walked closer to the road to see them on another one of their laps (they take 13 laps in all around the city). I have to admit that I have become quite the fan of the Tour de France now.

Yesterday, we had class for an hour or so. Afterwards, we took off to discover the most famous bakery in Paris: Poilane. I know I always talk about food in my blog, but seriously, this bakery was amazing!! I got an applesauce filled fritter and it literally melted in my mouth. Amazing! For hundreds of years, they have baked recipes without preservatives and in a wood oven. Their breads rise without yeast, don't ask me how. You can get bread delivered to your house in the US for only 36 Euros each. A little pricey, but were you to try this bread, it might be worth it. I will definitely have to go back sometime before I leave this trip.

Last night, the 5 of us, even the married couple, went to the Single Adult FHE. Eduard, the leader of the single adults, lives right by the Arc de Triomphe in a super nice apartment. There were tons of Asians there--I spoke to a missionary from the states who was called to Paris France Chinese speaking. How would you like that for a call? There were lots of cool people that we met. We had tarts, chips, Orangina, Fanta, and played some regular FHE games. We laughed and had so much fun!

Belgian Fries and Cocktail Sauce

Here I am, back on Paris for another 13 days after our road trip of Northeastern France. The small villages and French countryside were really spectacular! On Tuesday morning we visited the Chocolate Museum and factory that is just outside Strasbourg. It was one of the highlights of my trip, but I really love factories as you know. They told the history of chocolate from its ancient beginnings in South America as a commodity more valuable than gold to its trip to Europe, where it was discovered to be even more delicious when mixed with vanilla and sugar. There was a tour of the story of chocolate where we saw little moving figures--kind of like the Small World ride but without being in a boat--such as mechanical French queens and officials as they discovered the magical chocolate drink for the first time. After the walking tour, a French lady gave us a demonstration of how they make chocolate elephants, race cars, bears and bunnies using molds and liquid chocolate. She had us taste test pure white chocolate, milk chocolate and dark chocolate. The milk chocolate is always my favorite. I was in heaven in the chocolate gift shop...cute bags with chocolate pictures on the front and an apron that I almost bought for my mom, but then I looked closer and saw it was poorly made. We all got a bag of chocolates to take home for free so I decided not to buy anything.

The city of Metz was not too far away. This city is found in the province of Lorraine. Remember that both Alsace and Lorraine were taken by the Germans on several occasions and consequently have lots of German influence. I decided that I love the German style: flower boxes in the windows, colorful houses, open window shutters. The Quiche Lorraine is from this province, so Ali and I set out to find a bakery and try one. We went to the tourist info center and got a map of the city first. We then proceded to take ourselves on a tour of the various cathedrals. The oldest church in Europe, dating back to 600AD is found in this city. We stopped at a Music and Dance conservatory to check it out. The thing I want to do most in France is observe a school class to compare with our schools in the USA. I am really going to try and do this in Paris, but most the schools are out for the summer. Big surprise, eh? This conservatory was the same way--a few private students came in but the classrooms were mostly empty. The two of us just showed ourselves around and Ali tried to find a bathroom inside (public restrooms are near impossible to come across in Europe unless you are in a café and have paid for something). As we were looking around, a man with a pegleg came down the stairs and said, "I don't recognize you two. What are you here for?" I told him that we were teachers from the U.S. and planning on telling our students about this consevatory as a place they could possibly come and study abroad. This got him so excited. He asked if he could get his coat and tell us all about it. Ali can be a lot more abrupt than I can and whispered to me that she wasn't interested at all in talking to this guy and all she really wanted was a bathroom. Well, she found her toilette and the guy came downstairs. He said he would like to take us out for coffee and tell us everything we would like to know. I thought we could at least listen to him for 5 minutes but Ali said we had SO much to do that we didn't have enough time. We let him walk with us out to the town square, he walked slowly and I tried to ask him lots of questions so that he would feel his time was not wasted. We ended up thanking him for his time after we got to the time square and left him there to take off on more adventures.

As we walked along, out of nowhere, a huge storm appeared and rained down SUPER hard on us. We got soaked!! We were supposed to meet our group for dinner an hour from then, so we ran through puddles back to our hotel to get our umbrella and change out of wet clothes. Wow, some storms give no warning! We met our group for dinner and decided upon a really authentic looking Indonesian restaurant. We all ordered shish kabobs with either chicken, beef or lamb. Allen, Emily's husband, however, choose grilled frog legs. France is definitely known for those. When they came out, I was glad it was him eating them and not me. He had such a difficult time ripping the flesh off the legs with his teeth. He said they tasted like chicken with an after taste of fish but were difficult to eat. They brought Dan his plate of beef kabobs and he started eating them. After a few minutes the server realized that he gave Dan lamb and Dr. Erickson had ordered the lamb. Rather than taking the plate back to the kitchen and bringing fresh plates for both Dan and Dr. Erickson, he took the plate where Dan had already eaten some rice, pineapple and a shish kabob and just handed it to Dr. Erickson. How unappetizing. This would never go over in the United States. Dr. Erickson looked a bit bugged, but what do you do? The server then brough Dan out a new plate. Part of the experience.

Yesterday, on our last day of the road trip, we decided to be ambitious and go through Luxembourg and Belgium before coming back to Paris. It was a super fun adventure. There wasn't much to see in Luxembourg, and it was drizzling--the weather here is so bipolar, you never know what to expect--but I took some pictures. We stopped at the first city after crossing the border into Belgium. Dr. Erickson gave us one hour to do whatever we would like. The 5 of us younger ones set out on a mission to find Belgian waffles and French fries (French fries were actually invented in Belgiam and they are world known for them). I stopped a couple of people in the street and said, "Bonjour! We are only here for an hour and were wondering where can one find the most delicious Belgian waffle and fries." They always laughed, thinking we were such funny Americans. Sadly, we found out that southern Belgiam is not as well known for hot waffles and the only waffle bakers were on vacation for a month. We settled for a patisserie that sold hard waffle cooky type things with sugar crystals inside. They actually were pretty good. We did, however, find the best fries I have ever eaten!! This fry shack had fries stacked up near the back walls. When you order them, they fry them a second time in a different oil and serve them with your choice of 5 different sauces. Mmmmmm!!! So hot and fresh!! I chose La Sauce Cocktail, which is a glorified fry sauce. I thought fry sauce was a Utah thing!! Best lunch ever!!

After these small trips, we visited Verdun, a huge museum and cemetary, dedicated to WWI soldiers. It was very sobering. We also stopped in Reims to see a famous cathedral where all the French kings were crowned before coming back home to Paris.

Watch our for Flying McFleury

Our little road trip away from Paris has been an adventure!! On Monday morning, the seven of us took off in two small cars to the city of Colmar. It was a 7-hour scenic drive through grenery and the Vosges mountains. We went all the way to the Rhin river, the border between Germany and France. This land between the Vosges mountains and Rhin river was sought after by both the French and Germans for years. The Germans claimed their border was the Vosges mountains while the French claimed it was the Rhin river. France actually lost this territory, the provinces of Alsace and Lorraine during the World Wars. Because of this dispute, many of the cities in this stretch of land have German names and you can see lots of German influence.

We went just over the border on Monday night for a dinner in Germany. Dr. Erickson wanted us all to get blood sausage and sourkraught but none of us were too keen on that idea. Instead, I ordered some delicious egg plant with a sauce of hamburger and cheese on top and oven baked potatoes on the side. It was delicious. Being a German meal, it actually seemed more filling than the crepes and salads we have been eating in France. But, like in France, asking for a To-Go box for leftover food is forbidden. Warming food up in the microwave the next day is seen as an insult to the chef. We all ended up finishing our dinners and even got gourmet ice creams for dessert. (I think I have had some sort of ice cream every day since I arrived in France over a week ago.) I was very full when I left Germany, but it was worth it.

Tuesday morning was spent discovering the Ville de Colmar. It was very cute and quaint. The 5 of us younger ones in the group (all late 20s) ran off to take pictures in the fountains, explore the markets and try to rent canoes or bikes, while the two older ones (Dr. Erickson and Agnes, in their late 50s tire more easily) wanted to see some war museums or sit on a park bench and rest. It was lots of fun. Dan is the only single guy in our group, so he took pictures with Ali and me, the two single girls, dancing under the Gazebo. It was tons of fun. They have a Little Venice there, so we went to put our names on the list to take the boats out. However, when we walked in to buy tickets at 11:00, the stereotypical French lady looked us up and down and said there were no open times until 1:30. We had plans to leave the city by 1:00 with the others, so we tried to explain our situation. On the whiteboard she was using, we saw that she could have fit us in. But unlike Americans who are out to make the next dollar, she didn't really care. This was her business and she didn't want to help us for whatever reason. She didn't budge. I tried to explain that this was our only chance to take the boats, and she said, "1:20" in an even more stern voice. We left to do some window shopping instead, and tried to remind ourselves that she was purely French and oh well that we missed it.

We saw some other small villages yesterday on our way to Strasbourg. Strasbourg was originally considered the Capital of Europe. It is rich in culture and atmosphere. I talked to an ice cream shop owner about that exact thing last night. He said that the people here are upset that they are named the capital of Europe when the government is doing nothing to help them out. They just got a TGV, super fast French train, station built here last year. He said Obama visited Strasbourg a few months ago (they love bringing up Obama once they hear I am American) and was let down by how far it has to go before it becomes a huge bustling city.

It has been a fun visit for us. We went out last night and saw some traditional German folk musicians all dressed up and playing in the town square. This morning, we took a huge tour boat tour of the city that lasted almost two hours. It was tons of fun. Afterwards, I got a McFleurry at McDonalds. It is my favorite thing at the McDonalds here. They added a crushed European candybar and chocolate. Mmmmm!!! I walked up to the balcony of my 4th floor hotel room to enjoy a soft breeze, delicious ice cream and a perfect view of the city. Sadly, after I had only eaten half of the McFleurry, a huge gust of wind came up and blew it off the balcony!!! Can you believe it? I couldn't see exactly where it fell, but I hope it didn't fall on the people who were walking down below. Oops. I guess I will have to get another one later today.

Tomorrow we are going to a chocolate factory and chocolate history museum not far from here. I love factories!! I had to beg Dr. Erickson to go. He is more keen on the war museums but we like factories and lively things. He said he will do what the group wants to do. He has been a super nice director for us to work with. He reminds us that we are doing assignments here for our grad credits, so everywhere I go, I take pictures of the French...French with their dogs, homeless people, old ladies biking around, bakery workers.... I will try to post them soon.

Bike Riding at Versailles

Here is a fact for you: Did you know that tennis was invented in France? Yes, it was. The scoring is kind of funny, isn't it? Love, love means zero zero to start. Well, that originated because in France they began the game calling out "l'oeuf, l'oeuf" which sounds like love but means egg---an egg looks like a zero. So the tennis players were really calling out zero zero. Well, tennis then came to the USA, where we did not hear "egg egg" but heard "love love" with a thick accent and it stuck. Today even the French say "love love" to begin a tennis match. Interesting, eh?

So yesterday morning we took off on the Paris metro to the Marche aux Puces, which is the most famous flea market. The first things we saw were so beautiful and colorful--bags, skirts, souvenirs, etc. for not bad prices hanging up. All the guys, mostly Africans, welcomed us into their shops, promising amazing prices. We got all excited, but Dr. Erickson told us that we were in the tourist trap section of the Flea market and to wait a little bit longer for the good stuff. After walking about 10 more minutes, we came upon a bunch of junky shops with old tools and what looked like dirty clothes in piles on the ground. He told us that that was where we could find REAL treasures. We young teachers all thought it looked like a pile of garbage--sure it was all antiques, but we didn't really know how to appreciate them. These vendors were French people and not really concerned whether or not we came into their small junk shops. One guy was smoking a pipe and blew some right into my face. I am not one for stuff like that, so we left our professor and headed back for the tourist trap. On the way, we found a nice guy who sold Nutella crepes. They were delicious. He was so friendly. He guessed we were Germans, but when we said we were Americans, he gasped. "But you guys are not fat like most Americans." It was funny how they stereotype us that way. Yes, there are more overweight people in the USA, but it shouldn't be a shock to see some normal sized Americans. He talked with us for 20 minutes about politics (favorite subject here) and movies. When we got back to the tourist trap section, we found the nicest Algerian guys who sold the three of us girls really cute tops in pink and green for only 3 Euros each. What a steal! I also bought a cute red elephant bag, but the coloring bled the rest of the day onto my white shirt. Oh well. I decided that I prefer bartering for cheap, usable stuff than digging through garbage for a treasure.

We left on the bus to spend our afternoon in Versailles. I love that place! The gardens were so beautiful and there was a musical fountain show from 3:30-5:30. They played classical music all over the enormous, manicured gardens while we watched the fountains dance in different patterns. It was very relaxing and a perfect day. Ali and I decided to rent bikes for an hour. We took them to Marie Antoinette's little village. It was so quaint with cute little houses, donkeys and chickens running around. Super cute!

This morning, we took the metro downtown to go to church. Relief society was first and very interesting. The teacher could barely speak French or English. She was all over the place in trying to teach us something. There were two Elders trying to translate the French into Chinese for a lady behind us and one sister missionary translating the meeting into French and English while the teacher tried to teach. The Asian teacher would look at a sister in the group and say, "Give your testimony!" She said that to Agnes, who didn't want to say anything. Then the teacher said, "What? You don't have a testimony?" Agnes tried to get some words out. Very different meeting. The Sunday school and sacrament meetings were a lot better. They were amazing! There were some cool single adults that we met who invited us to some activities and institute. Could be fun! We came home and made some Italian lasagna--actually, Dan made it--he served in Italy and wanted to show off his cooking skills, which was to die for!

Now we are packing and getting ready for our trip to Alsace and Lorraine. We will be on the road in cars for the next five days. We will even get to go over the border into Germany. I don't think I have ever ridden in a small car in Paris. Should be fun!

French History mixed with Italian Gelato

Each day here has been quite the adventure! I love it! Yesterday, the seven of us (5 teachers, one husband of a teacher and our BYU professor] met in the hotel for an hour of class before we got started for the day. It was exciting to meet up with friends and we all greeted each other in our loud, teacher voices. The reception lady glared at us right away and we had to remind ourselves that the French love quiet settings...we were imposing on their peaceful setting. We quickly brought our voices down to just above a whisper as there were other people around us and tried not to let the others see how excited we were to begin our great trip.

After class, we took the metro downtown to the LDS Institute building, which is found right across from the George Pompidou Modern Art museum. It is also found in the Gay quarter of Paris. Everything is painted with rainbows and Happy Gai signs. After the second part of our French history class on the Franco Prussian War, WWI and WWII--we are studying this so when we visit Strasbourg next week, we will understand its significance and how it got its German influence--we had lunch at a Happy Gai patisserie. The two guys who owned it were really nice. I got a croque-monsieur--a ham and cheese sandwich, grilled with lots of cheese on top. Mmmmmm!!!

We then took off to see the Carnavalet museum on France's history and then the Centre Georges Pompidou. This Pompidou museum is really cool looking from the outside. It has lots of colorful pipes and clear tunnels with escalators. However, the exhibits inside were not my type of exhibit at all!!! There were some weird and sketchy pictures and video that I was scandalized by and I couldn't believe parents brought their kids to see. I guess I just have to remind myself that we let violence pass in the USA and the French see nudity as okay. Anyway, that was the first floor. The second floor rooms contained works of art that were nothing more than an orange canvas or blue canvas or colorful paint slapped all over. Not my definition of art.

After that tiring art museum, Ali, Dan and I decided to try some Italian Gelato. Can I say that this stuff was to die for?!! Best ice cream ever!!! I got this chocolate orange cinnamon flavor that I think I am going to have to have every day now. I am already addicted. There was a guy working there who was a super nice, cute guy. I asked if I could take his picture [I am taking all sorts of pictures of French people] and he got all smiley. He said, SURE, and then waznted to see it afterwards. He said that he gets off work every day at 11PM and asked the three of us if we'd like to get a cafe with him. This could be an adventure, I thought. I asked him his name and he said, Frédéric. I about died!! Ali said before coming here that she was going to meet a Frédéric in France...what are the chances? We couldn't believe it. I told her it was destiny. So one of these days we are going to come back to see Frederic at 11:00 and take him up on his offer.

The last thing we did last night was get tickets for Harry Potter. The movie theater was packed and they kept us out of the theater until 7, the exact time our movie started. It was hot and sweaty while we waited and people were pushing to try to get to the front of the line. Inside the theater, some workers walked up and down the aisles, selling popcorn and drinks as if we were at a baseball game. A bit different from movies at home.


Today was also a packed-full-of-fun day! Ali and I accidently slept in until 9:00. I felt a little bad for keeping the group waiting. We took the metro directly to the Basilique Sacre-Coeur, the heart of France. Do you know the difference between a Basilica and a Cathedral? I didn't either, so I asked a nice French guy. He explained that a Cathedral is for a section of the town and performs ordinaces such as marriages and baptisms while a Basilica is for everybody and performs no ordinances. We paid 5 Euros to walk a tiny, windy staircase all the way to the top of the Basilica. There were 300 steps. There was a great view from the top, though several of the steps had little puddles of urine midway up. We were kind of grossed out by that, but the view made it worth it.

After our visit of Sacre Coeur and Montmartre, an artist section next to the Basilica, we stopped for some chicken and cheese crepes in the Red Light district, right across from the Moulin Rouge. We got tons of interesting scenery during that lunch. We were ready to go after a few minutes and took the metro again--don't you love the metro system?-- to the Hotel des Invalides. This was built by Louis XIV to house hurt soldiers and has Napoleon's tomb today. I think it must be the largest tomb in the world, it is enormous! It is funny to think that Napoleon was such a little guy too.

We then went to see Notre-Dame de Paris--beautiful! Made me want to watch The Hunchback of Notre Dame. We stopped at a little cafe afterwards and enjoyed people watching as we ate potato tomato crepes and drank water from tiny glasses. I got some good pictures of the French people eating dinner. The others in my group think I am a bit weird for taking peoples' pictures without always asking--I do ask lots of times--but they will make great conversation pieces to use in French class!

Tomorrow we are going to a Flee market and then taking a train to see Versailles. They have a Saturday afternoon fountain show so we are going to have a picnic there.

Arrival in the City of Lights

I made it! Wow! I had forgotten how much I loved Paris! The weather is perfect! I love the way of life here! The people have been great!

I arrived in the Charles de Gaule airport at 9:00am this morning. The line to go through Customs actually wasn't too long. Two young guys called me over after 5 minutes of waiting. I was afraid they would be intimidating and cold, as they often are. Today, however, the first one smiled and asked me, "Vous parlez francais?" When I smiled and said, "Oui, bien sur!", he asked me in French if I was going to see Harry Potter. What kind of question is that for a customs officer to ask you?!! Nothing about how long I was staying or why I was coming into his country. No questions about what I was carrying in my suitcase or anything. We talked about Harry Potter and a few other movies before he waved me on. It was a great welcome!

I waited by the baggage claim for Ali Mills to arrive on the direct SLC Paris flight. It took about two hours till I saw her. Luckily, I had a good book to read. We decided to save 15 Euros and take the RER train to our hotel and then walk a mile with all our bags rather than paying for a direct shuttle (25 Euros for a shuttle; 10 Euros for the RER train). It was definitely an adventure. We were tired and weighed down with bags, but people were nice and gave all sorts of directions to help us out...some better than others. We finally got to our hotel and met our BYU professor and the other three teachers who we will be spending time with.

I am staying with two teachers, Ali from West High and Agnes Broberg from Timpanogos High (my drama teacher back in the day) in the same hotel room. We have a great apartment setting with a kitchen, living room and shutters that open up to see the Eiffel Tower!! Dusk is approaching and it is all lit up and sparkling now. You really can't get better than this.

We went out tonight to the grocery store around the corner, Monoprix. I started taking pictures of the attached shopping carts (something different from the USA), the food, etc. A guard came up and told me to stop taking pictures. I smiled and said, "Oh, we are French teachers and hoping to compare some pictures of your country with ours back in the USA. We don*t have to put a coin in our shopping carts to borrow them and then get the coin back." He warmed right up and said we should call the store director and get permission. We did this and when the store director heard our story, he gave permission, but not for "trop" (too many) pictures....whatever that means. I took it to mean a limit of 20 or so. The French really are nice if you treat them well first. They are private people, but open to talking and are amused by Americans who are friendly, I believe. We went throughout the store and took pictures of the aisles and ailes of cheeses and yogurts. We bought some fruit and cereal for breakfast. At the front of the grocery store was a bakery, where I bought a fresh hot baguette just pulled from the oven and finished half of it before we got up to our hotel. Mmmmm!! This was right before we went to dinner as a group, but they were irresistable.

Tommorrow, we have lots planned to see in downtown Paris including the Pompidou Museum, Eiffel Tower and Montmartre. Thanks for the suggestions, Emily, about the Rodin museum. I think I will go ahead and see that. The outside of the Louvre is nice and I will take pictures without having to go in. I forgot that you and Josh came here a while ago. Good ideas. Justin, thanks for seeing both sides....I will look for French people stuffing their faces just to see the exceptions to the rule, but I doubt that will happen. :) And yes, I am still blonde...trying not to be naive, though. I think it%s working. Angie, I am glad you learned a little about Bastille Day. Kind of a fun holiday. Thanks for your comments! I appreciate them. You are all awesome!!

Le Jour de la Bastille

Happy Bastille Day, everybody! This day is celebrated everywhere in France on July 14th. It is a holiday comparable to our Independence Day here in the USA with fireworks, food and parades. On the 14th, the French commemorate the storming of the Bastille (a prison in Paris) back in 1789 by the French middle class who, hungry and sick of the corrupt ruling by the aristocracy, decided to take matters into their own hands. This began the French revolution and the phrase "Liberté! Egalité! Franternité!" I will be spending this holiday on a plane to Paris, but definitely plan on reflecting on French history during my 12+ hour trip. I am even bringing some French historical fiction that I checked out from the library today to really get into the mood.

Being a teacher is so wonderful in the summer! I have really enjoyed my time off since early June! My next three and a half weeks will be spent in France. I hope to detail some of my adventures there and maybe include some pictures this time! I am going with a group of 5 other French teachers, and our BYU professor. We will have some assignments to complete while in France for our masters credits, but mostly get to choose what we do from day to day. One of our biggest projects is to document French culture. This includes taking pictures of the day to day life of Parisians. We had to anticipate this by taking some pictures of Americans in order to compare and contract them with the pictures we will take in France. I got a few pictures of Americans, stuffing their face with Big Macs and Big Gulps. Stereotypical, I know. But you never see such huge portion sizes in France. I plan on putting these pictures next to ones of elegant French meals with several plates and small portion sizes. I also plan on taking pictures of fashion, outdoor markets, schools and college (La Sorbonne) for comparison.

My plan is to walk all over the city and see some of the places that I have yet to visit or forgotten. I have seen the Mona Lisa at least three times. I have had enough of the crowds around that tiny frame of bulletproof glass and Japanese tourists jumping up and down, snapping endless photos while pushing you out of the way. She looks better on google image, in all honesty. I might just skip the Louvre this time. Is that crazy to go to Paris and skip the Louvre?? Some places I am looking forward to visiting are Giverny (Monet's home), the Musée Pompidou (a unique modern art museum) and Parc Astérix (a Frenchmade theme park). We will be in Strasbourg for a week, part of France I have never visited and am excited for, and will be welcoming the Tour de France into Paris sometime later this month. I hear there will be lots of pickpockets there. I have my money belt and two zipped purses that I will carry tight under my arm. I feel prepared, though I have been pickpocketed twice in Paris. Twice! Can you believe it? Our security guy who spoke at our class last week said they target naive blondes on the metro. Both times it was on the metro and I was blonde!!!--once with my mom and once with some BYU students. I just plan on wiping the naive look off my face and I should be fine. I will try to find time to stop by some internet cafés every day or two to update this blog and check my email. Send me a message from time to time and let me know how you're doing.

Vive la France! I hope you are all out creating your own adventures, wherever you may be!