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Versailles, at last
Jun. 30th, 2003 01:49 amOK, pretend like I posted this Wednesday evening. I didn't want to change the day references.
It came up on Saturday, and again last night, that some of the CEA group were also going to Versailles today. As I knew that if I left the Cité with them I'd also feel compelled to stay with them later, despite having commented that I intended to go around on my own, I waited to leave until after they were gone. (What this really means is that I woke up at 7:00 and then checked e-mail from 45 minutes.)
There were no problems with transportation, for once, but I would like to note at this juncture that I am still being amused by the fact that the RER C trains have names. Such as Sven, which cracks me up. From what I've seen, the other RER trains sometimes have real names, but it's not so consistent.
( The chateau )
( The gardens and grounds )
That evening, I was planning to do very little of anything, but instead Eric (whom I'd met a couple weeks before) phoned me and asked if I wanted to have dinner or a drink. I thought I'd be polite and say yes, because he was perfectly nice and it's always good to practice French. I'd eaten already, so I had orange juice and he ate the French equivalent of a kebab and we talked a bit, and then I went home and tried to write this entry and eventually decided that sleep was the better part of valor. But now I've finally done it.
It came up on Saturday, and again last night, that some of the CEA group were also going to Versailles today. As I knew that if I left the Cité with them I'd also feel compelled to stay with them later, despite having commented that I intended to go around on my own, I waited to leave until after they were gone. (What this really means is that I woke up at 7:00 and then checked e-mail from 45 minutes.)
There were no problems with transportation, for once, but I would like to note at this juncture that I am still being amused by the fact that the RER C trains have names. Such as Sven, which cracks me up. From what I've seen, the other RER trains sometimes have real names, but it's not so consistent.
( The chateau )
( The gardens and grounds )
That evening, I was planning to do very little of anything, but instead Eric (whom I'd met a couple weeks before) phoned me and asked if I wanted to have dinner or a drink. I thought I'd be polite and say yes, because he was perfectly nice and it's always good to practice French. I'd eaten already, so I had orange juice and he ate the French equivalent of a kebab and we talked a bit, and then I went home and tried to write this entry and eventually decided that sleep was the better part of valor. But now I've finally done it.
