July 27, 2005
Ambassador Warbiany
Well, I’ve begun my mission to reinforce negative American stereotypes in the land of cheese and wine. So far, I’ve done my best to not utter a single French word (barring talking to cute women, of course).
I’m trying to keep this quick, as internet access costs me 5 euro/hour, in my non-airconditioned room. Ugh.
Got to go to a Creperie, which is cool because crepes are one of the few things I know how to cook. But not like these guys do it! Wow, that’s some good stuff!
I also checked out the Palace at Versailles. While I might talk some game about the French, and about how I am not a big fan of monarchy in general, being the King of France was pretty impressive in his day. And I just walked through his apartment. That’s actually really cool. And I have to hand it to Versailles. My new house isn’t worthy of being an outhouse at this place.
And before you ask, no, they haven’t surrendered yet. But I’m working on it!
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Whoa! You really are in France! I thought you were kidding. Are you over there on business?
I bet the palace is beautiful. Will you get a chance to see the Eifel Tower? Bonnie has little replicas of the Eifel Tower all over the place. Have fun.
Yeah, it’s on business. Not sure yet whether I’ll get to go near the Eiffel Tower, although we saw it from the cab. I’m staying about a 10 minute walk from the palace of Versailles, which is pretty cool.
I fly back on Friday, so it’s a pretty short trip.
I was hoping to see a picture of the white flag factory that burned down; the one that their military depends on in order to surrender. lol
France may be full of socialist weenies, but their architecture is superlative! The designer that I draw for is enamored with the French style.
Enjoy the view, if not the odor.
[...] The next week, still no trash can. I take my trash over to a local strip-mall, because the can is very heavy at this point, dump it in one of the random dumpsters out back, and can finally breathe a little easier. This is right before I went to France. While I’m in France, my wife gets a phone call from the strip mall, telling her that if we ever drop our trash in their dumpster again, they’ll call the cops. Ooops! [...]