meeting @ notre dame did not happen, so we followed our -- je ne sais quoi and went off on our own -- for at least part of the day. amy ( or aimee) and tristan hit the local bar -- which just happened to be an algerian establishment -- for some local color (and boy did we find it!!!) the local police commandant is expecting amy to arrive at the station tomorrow AM @ 9:00 for an update and tour of the facility and to meet the chief who writes for television crime shows in france. because it is "no problem"... as he told her 15 times. t loves champagne and getting hit on by algerians, "because he respects girls, loves massage, but just wants to talk"???
!!!!!!!! herve is dying right now, i`m sure. tristan is making a very tired amy type all these things and also babysitting her because she is... under the influence.... of Paris, of course!!! this is what happens when you miss dinner because you forget which train gets you back to the hotel, think you`re lost in gay Pareeeeeeeeee and end up meeting Patricia Djali, who talks your ear off for half an hour and is going to call you in october!!! bien sur (of course) seriously!!!!
btw we have no idea how deb and stacey ended their evening but we`re sure it`s just as scintillating.
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