Well, tonight is our last night in Paris. We went out for dinner - shared a croque monsieur with a fried egg, picked up a bottle of wine and two eclairs and now are hanging out in our hotel room watching the French Open...in French.
I've decided that I've done a good job trying to speak French when I can. I have a new found respect for folks that have English as a second language, or as no language. It's very intimidating to be somewhere where you have no idea what anyone is saying, beyond words that everyone knows like "merci."
Even though I think I have done a good job, I have recollections of high school French class where I could read, write, and listen extremely well, but when I opened my mouth, I sounded like PeeWee Hermann: "Mare-See Blah Blah!!" Sorry to my French teacher Mr. B - it's all gone after all these years...however, Mr. B was my English teacher as well and I pride myself on having excellent grammar and speaking skills in my native tongue.
Paris is an incredible city - and the culture in Europe is amazing as well. Right now, I'm vowing to walk more, or even get my fat ass on my bike this summer, because frankly, after seeing these folks, Americans are really bloated gas bags.
So we will be back in Paris someday, spending more time just being here and being in the moment. Au revoir, Paris!
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