Some more french stories and stuff

This one is copy/posted from Allison/Karin's blog, because i am to lazy to type it up and i think it is funny.
"Jill, Karin, and I did one of our walks at the flea markets in the ghettos of Paris. On the way there, our metro decided to screech to a stop throwing us all basically onto each other, and then all the lights went out. We heard some unidentifiable screams which we then identified as our own, then fumbled around in the dark for a minute to find each other. This then prompted the following conversation:

Allison: Who would've guessed that we would've died in a metro in the middle of Paris...
Karin: What if when you died, people saw you in your casket in the same position that you died in?
Jill: We should've colored my hair before we left...my roots are so long. I don't want to look like this in my casket.

Needless to say, less then a minute later the lights turned back on and we were on our way."

One other funny note from me: when the train stopped, a message came on the intercom that I didn't understand one bit. A man who knew a little bit of English caught my eye, knew I was American, and could tell I was freaking out. He just looked me in the eye and translated the intercom message for me "One hour. They are going to sleep and we're staying here." Don't you love people like that? Hahaha, he made me laugh.


We went to the Patterson's for dinner. Here's a picture of Jill, Allison, and I with the baguettes we brought.