- Swimsuits NO
- Sunblock NO
- Umbrella NO
- Towels NO
You get the idea. This time I stuck to the basics food, wine, beer and water.Did I make all of that? NO. Everyone brought great food, wine, water and beer. Seeing as it was a heat wave in Paris, 82-85, chilled Rose Wine was top choice.
A good time was had by all. But of course there is always a funny story that comes when you bring so many different languages and cultures together. Everyone there spoke a minimum of two languages. Except the Americans. Trust me, we want to speak, it is just slow going. So back to the point. When people are telling a joke or using slang, sometimes it is not always received the right way. Trust me it lends to great laughs later. Brandon always tell me, "slow down when you speak." Well, if any of you have heard him speak lately, he sounds like he is German trying to speak English. Seriously, a lady in perfect "Queens English" told him so.
Back to the story. So I tell them about the season being over and they say, "where do you live?" To which I reply, "15th." "O' you don't live in Paris." I find out where they live. The 7th. Aha the 7th. The land of "merde" free streets, shining doors, The Bon Marche and very expensive dry cleaners. I have been banned from the 7th. The last time I did business at the dry cleaners in the 7th I got mugged and taken to the cleaners. 121.00 Euros for 3 suits and a few shirts. This is when Brandon banned me for the 7th. It is neighbor to the 15th. Apparently it is also home to one of Paris's largest cherry orchards as well.
My goal is to live in "Paris".