The rest of my time in France was pretty great. Sunday was wonderful: slept in, went to church with friends, relaxed on the couch with a good book, listened to music, made yummy quiche, helped carve pumpkins, enjoyed Luc's guitar playing, and watched a movie with the older kids.
The only slightly negative thing was that Anne ended the day with a fever, and we had to make a bajillion phone calls to her parents' hotel in Paris. The first time, the front desk clerk was still very friendly. "Room 617, of course, mademoiselle. I will petch you right srough." The second time: "Room 617? Of course." The third time: "Room 617, huh. Wait on the line." Every subsequent call: "Room 617. Mm-hmmm."
The only slightly negative thing was that Anne ended the day with a fever, and we had to make a bajillion phone calls to her parents' hotel in Paris. The first time, the front desk clerk was still very friendly. "Room 617, of course, mademoiselle. I will petch you right srough." The second time: "Room 617? Of course." The third time: "Room 617, huh. Wait on the line." Every subsequent call: "Room 617. Mm-hmmm."
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