2 Months in Paris

Believe it or not by how much time I spend writing on this blog, I have a few new friends here in Paris. I met a little group of people through Zabi, who I rent my apartment from. I had a lovely pic nic with this group of 5 others and myself a few weeks back, but forgot my camera, so I can't show you. I don't know if I learned any French (they all speak excellent English -- arg, jealous), but I heard a lot of French and that was good enough for me. The only language issue came up when they invited me to come with them afterword to the "cinema". And bought tickets to a movie in Chinese (with French subtitles, of course). Had the movie been in Italian, I may have understood a bit. Had it been in French or Spanish, I would have gone just to soak up the language. But uh, reading French and hearing Chinese. Not a chance.

So, Loic (above) and I made up for it the other day and went to an American movie. Who was to know that half of the dialog in Two Days in Paris was in French? And they don't put subtitles on the French part, only the English part, Silly. The movie is about an American guy and French girl who come to Paris. Adam Goldberg was excellent at the I'm-trying-not-to-feel-like-a-complete-idiot-even-though-I-don't-have-any-idea-what-you're-saying. face. So, if any of you want to know what my two months in Paris is like, check it out. The parts in English were funny (though, I was the only one laughing so either they didn't translate very well, or perhaps it just wasn't as funny as I thought.) The parts in French were apparently very funny, but I couldn't really tell you myself.