Em and I are still high on life after our multi cultured dinner at Jim's, so we decide to make a pit stop at our favorite little bar, Conti. we are greeted by Juan, the waiter from Columbia, with kisses on both cheeks. It is so Cheers-like...you wanna go where everybody knows your name. well, not everyone does, but it IS nice to have at least one person who does!
Emily has made quite the impression on Steffan, the bartender from the previous night when she went to Conti. We sit down, and immediately some fruity concoction is delivered to our table, compliments of Steffan. There is lots of laughter, talking, and friendships being made all around.
We meet Sara, an Alliance Francaise teacher, and her friends. Sara is committed to only speaking French with us, and 2 hours later, we have improved significantly...or so it seems at least to us. Add two new friends to Facebook after tonight. Gotta love it!
So, we head back to our apartment, only to find the police coming out of the building next door. Feeling happy, we say bonsoir, and they say the same. From here it goes like this:
Police: something in French
Me: parlez Vous anglaise?
Police: yez...a leetle...do you leeeve ere?
Me: we are ere for ahh-lee-day (yes, I said it like that)is sometheeng wrong?
Police:yez, there eez someone shooteeng firework off wizout uh permeet. May we come to your apatmunt to eenspect it?
Me: oui, bien sur.
so up they come to "eenspect" our apartment. They look in the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the terrace, and the closets. It appears we are not harboring any ilicit firework bandits. Thank god Roger wasn't here. He is known as pyro-provost for his love of all things fireworks related. I can only imagine if he had volunteered THAT to them! Theese could ave beeen bad.
So, ladies and gents...that is the latest from Paris. Tomorrow, planning the menu for dinner at Jim's, some sightseeing, and who knows what else.
A bientot,
Janice
Police: merci
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