Oo-la-la! The French actually say this a lot. But according to Eva, it’s more like an “oops!” or “uh-oh!” than an expression of amazement. Looks like I’ve been using it wrong my entire trip, since I’ve been saying oo-la-la to everything.
Went solo again on the Paris subway. The train cars are so old that they have no AC, so that the only wind comes from the open windows. The doors are half automatic; to open, you have to pull this handle or push a button. Yet there’s a familiarity in this subway, that reminds me of those in Boston or Shanghai so that I can’t help but feel right at home.
I bought a red beret for 8 euros, only to find one for 4 later. Lesson learned: do not buy from shops right in view of major tourist point! Once out of sight of major tourist attraction, things are much cheaper.
First destination, Notre Dame:
(I’m getting reaaally good at rolling those French r’s. Notrrreh Dam. Merrrci.)
