Archive for February, 2008


Friday, February 15th, 2008


I saw the Louvre. It is a very large museum with a lot of paintings. 

When you walk around in the Louvre you hear many different languages. Of course you hear mostly French, and you hear quite a bit of English. But sometimes, you have no idea what they are speaking. 

I was looking for the Mona Lisa, and walked up to this lady for directions: 

Me: Parlez-vous anglais?”
Unknown Lady: Nyet.
Me: Not yet?
Unknown Lady: Nyet!, Nyet!

I think that meant, “no.” I wonder what language it was?

I eventually found the Mona Lisa. It was in the Italian section. 

Leonardo Da Vinci lived in the 1400s, was Italian, and painted the Mona Lisa. The Mona Lisa very famous and sets all by itself on a wall. It’s hard to see the Mona Lisa because there are many other people crowding around it. It’s a picture of a lady who smiles. I wonder if her name is Mona or Lisa, or if it is Mona Lisa. 

Above is a picture of me in the modern art section. The Louvre is full of paintings and statues. I didn’t draw any of the statues because they usually didn’t have any clothes on.


Saturday, February 9th, 2008

On the Metro 

I learned a new French word today, “sortie.” It is a very useful word.

When you are in Paris, you have to ride the Metro a lot. The Metro is the same as the American Subway. It is a train that travels all over town, and is underground. It costs one Euro to get on the Metro, and you can ride it many places. The Metro is fun. 

There are Metro stations everywhere. To get to where you are going, you first have to buy a ticket at the station. Then you get out a little map and figure out what station you need to get to. Sometimes you will ride on several trains going in different directions to get where you want to. 

Once you know what station you need to stop at, and what trains you will need to ride to get there, you get on the train and PAY ATTENTION! You don’t want to miss your stop. 

Sometimes there is nobody on the train except you, and sometimes it is very crowded. Sometimes you can’t sit down, and you have to hang onto a railing. Sometimes you have to pack yourself very closely to all the other people on the train. It can get uncomfortable. 

When you get to your stop, you get off the train and now you are in a strange station and don’t know where to go to get out. That’s where the word “sortie” comes in. it means “exit.” Just follow the sign.

Today was the wedding

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

I have drawn a bunch of pictures from the wedding. I will lay them out and describe each one. 


Here is the pastor. He did the ceremony. He was a bit old, and couldn’t walk very well. Sometimes he talked in English, and sometimes he talked in French. He talked in English enough so I knew what was going on. 


Frank’s bride’s name is Esme. Don’t you think they look very nice together? 

Guest List

After the wedding, there was the reception. Here is the guy that keeps everything organized. His paper says “guest list.” It actually said something in French, but I put “guest list” in the picture because every time somebody walked in, he would make a check mark on the paper. 

The Chef

The French sure know how to make good food. They also take a long time eating it. There were five courses, each one lasted for about an hour. In this picture the Chef is serving me a chicken dish. It tasted like wine. He called it Coq au vin. Dessert was the best part. There wasn’t any cake, but a series of . . .  chocolaty things, with lots of cherries. 

The Dinner

Most of the people at my table didn’t speak much English, except for the girl next to me. She seemed relaxed after she found out I spoke English, and could talk with her.  

Me: “My name’s Kevin, what’s yours?”
Lucy: “Lucy. Are you from America too?”
Me: “Yes. Do you speak any French? I’m afraid I know very little.”
Lucy: I know how to say “I am innocent.” I learned it from the book I’m reading, “The Scarlet Pimpernel.” You say, “je-suis innocent.”
Me: Oh, I know that one too. I hope neither of us have to use it.


Monday, February 4th, 2008

After the plane landed, I had to find the right train that would take me to my hotel. The train cost some money, so I had to go to a ATM to get some Euros. Euros are what the French use for money. One Euro is worth about a dollar and seventy five cents. 

Trains stations can be a bit confusing, especially when all the signs are in French.

I only know four phrases in French: “parlez-vous anglais?” (which means “do you speak English?”), “merci” (“thank you”), “excusez-moi” (“excuse me”), and “je-suis innocent” (which means “I am innocent” and I hope I don’t have to use that one on this trip). 

After a little while, I found out what train I needed to be on, bought the ticket and got on. It was very crowded on the train–I got to use my “excusez-moi” phrase. 

Here is a picture of me outside a café trying to find my hotel. I ate at the café, the food was good, but the bread they had was very hard. 

Outside the Cafe.

After eating at the café, I couldn’t find my hotel, so I walked up to this woman and asked her (without thinking), “do you know where I can find the Hotel Etap?” she just stared at me. Then I remembered–“oh! I’m in France.” 

So I said: “parlez-vous anglais?” and she said: “un peu” which I found out means “a little.” After that, she was able to tell me where to go to find my hotel. 

Here is a picture of me in bed at my hotel. I wasn’t very tired at first because of the time difference between Paris and my home. I am reading “Moby Dick” my Herman Melville. It isn’t very interesting and it put me to sleep.

Reading in bed