The internet has decided it wants to work again, for whatever reason.

I am such a good little French person, if I do say so myself.

Today I went for a walk on the rue Mouffetard (pedestrian walking area near ma maison) to look at the really expensive postcards/clothing/everything else. The postcards there are seriously over-priced, especially since we found a stand by the river selling them for 11 for 2 euros. I found the library again, just to make sure I actually knew where it was, then I ventured to the Franprix (the grocery store) to buy something for lunch. Then I pretended to be French with my little environmentally-friendly grocery bag. I came back here with my saucisson and cheese and ate it with the rest of last night's baguette, and it was deeelicious.

Tonight Valerie and I are eating at her sister Sophie's house. Which is scary because she has two daughters I haven't met yet and French girls are obviously terrifying, especially with their absurd teenage backward-talking slang which I do not understand.

Also, I'm trying to join the French blind people club so I can take blind yoga and blind dance classes etc., but they won't email me back. I think I might have to actually call them on Monday, which is scary because I cannot understand French people on the phone, pas du tout.

I'm going to read Harry Potter a l'Ecole des Sorcieres now, thankyouverymuch.