Due to the hotels in France being a little pickier than Wales about who gets free wifi access and who gets charged, I have been on a real vacation – with no blog diaries of our adventures. Probably works out for the best as I have no idea what I’m saying half the time here anyway. My instinct says “translate english to french,” my brain responds, “What? Since when do we speak french. Have we met??” My mouth opens and “Uuuhhhhhh…” comes out, followed by a spontaneous and somewhat frightening “Bon jour!” After that I’ve forgotten what I wanted to ask anyway.
I am currently waiting on delivery of a bucket of ice, as the hotel doesn’t let you fetch your own. Royalty. It’s a tough life.
Anyway, I’m keeping notes on my apparently very expensive and data draining cell phone, and will hope to upload photos of the sites and a few traveler’s tales ASAP.
A few teasers:
1. I lose Robert on a boat that is probably 20 feet across and one deck.
2. A pickpocket approaches.
3. My clothing gets a cab ride.
4. Robert does on the grounds at Versailles what many have probably wanted to do.
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Hi Ann, Glad to you know you are prospering a la France. Worried about your clothing and hope that the Versailles incident was not nudity related as a direct result! Looking forward to the next instalment!
Jo, I found free wifi! May never leave this spot. Clothes arrived. No nudity. Thank goodness!