Well, it’s been a hard week all around. I’ve been doing my French homework every night — now I know twelve different verb tenses and their uses. In my normal conversation, I use about three. I got all the boxes emptied and contents sorted about, and generally made my flat liveable. In fact, it was perfectly liveable before all my stuff arrived from Canada, which I’m sure makes some sort of statement about unnecessary possessions weighing heavily on the soul.
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It’s February in Paris, and it’s cold. It’s cold, and it’s raining, and it’s not entirely agreeable. I might as well have stayed in Vancouver — at least I’d be in a country with TWO gold medals (in the 2002 Salt Lake City Winter Olympics, for future reference). Apparently, a FRENCH judge admitted to being “influenced” when her vote cost Canada a gold medal, but then the officials decided that pairs figure skating wasn’t really a sport anyway, so they just handed out gold medals to everybody.
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Paris isn’t entirely street after street of beautiful buildings, like the one you might find in a Louvre-a-ramaTM (brought to you in SkrabaVisionTM). Click here to start the Louvre-a-ramaTM, and click the Louvre-a-ramaTM to turn it off.
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The French word for today is pêle-mêle, which translates into “higglety-pigglety”. This describes why I don’t have any images for this weeks travel log. In fact, a floppy disk failure killed the entire log for this week, which is why I’ve decided to do a potpourri log, and cover some miscellaneous topics.
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