I may not be able to speak French (or understand it) worth a damn but I am very pleased to report that I now own a scarf!! How French. Katie gave me one for Christmas. Thank god. For one, it's been chilly here in La Ville Rose and our apartment is always freezing. But more importantly, I think I was the only person in this country who doesn't have a scarf. If you've ever been to France then you know exactly what I'm talking about. They are worn everywhere by everyone. I think the average French person must own at least 3 or 4. I mean even Katie has at least 3 (they'll never let her back into the US). The picture above is me in my new scarf (admittedly, it's not the best picture I ever took but whatever).
Later that day, I experienced one of my proudest moments to date in France (right up there with learning how to ask where the bathrooms are in French). On Christmas day while out on a run, I was stopped by a woman looking for place du Ravelin. Katie and I have always joked that whenever anyone asks for directions we: 1) normally can't even understand what they're asking, and 2) never know where anything is. However today (must be a Christmas miracle), I actually understood the woman and knew where and how to get to place du Ravelin!! So I told here (well, I mainly pointed) that it was straight ahead and then right. Whoo hoo! I have no idea if the woman actually made it but that's not really the point, is it? I was actually useful for once! [Though I should point out that I think the woman had no choice but to ask me for directions since there was no one out on the streets at that point on Christmas day--she must have been horribly lost]
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