Dimanche - Laid around the apartment all day. Around 21h00, we went down to Place Léon Blum and Au Cadran Voltaire for dinner. We sat at a table that was, for all intent and purpose, on the café terrasse even though it was technically inside. We got to see Italy win the EuroCup 2008, though at the time I had no idea who was playing, nor the importance of the game.
About the same time as we got our meal, three black guys came and sat at the table behind Robb. He hadn't seen them come in, but it was only moments before he was complaining about the smell. It's true, almost every time one is anywhere close to a black person over here, one is overwhelmed by the stink. Of course, it's not just black people. One day on the bus, a cute guy came and stood next to me. Then he raised his arm to hold onto the overhead rail. Oye, such a stink. Strangely enough, most of the French people aren't offended by it and probably don't even notice it.
Later, I used my new video tool to do a short video of the Place and a bit of the restaurant from our table.
A few things I really don't like about being in France. First and foremost, having to wait for a bus or walking down to the metro instead of getting into my car and driving to my destination. That isn't a major problem at this time of year, but I don't even want to think about having to do it in the winter. Secondly, the inability to communicate and be understood easily. If you don't have a good grasp of the language, and don't understand the colloquialisms, you miss so much and feel like an outsider all the time. Thirdly, the "stink factor". Especially at this time of year on the bus or on the métro. And finally, having to watch where I walk.
Plus à venir, mes amis.