"I thought you were supposed to be in Paris" "I am in Paris" -Blowup

So I finally saw the movie. The poster hung on my wall for months. And now I have given that some validity. It was good. I sat down in the packed movie theater (first showing of the new print) and a couple of American girls sat down a few seats away from me. Then a nice old man with a bow tie scooted past the girls and sat next to me. The girls were chatting in English, and the old man rolled his eyes at me. I kind of laughed and he said in French:

Pour quoi tous les etrangers parlent tres fort?
Why do foreigners always talk so loud?

My feelings at this comment were mixed: I was flattered, he really thought I was french. But also slightly offended. Mostly I did not know how to respond. So i replied in my best french that I didn't know why. I think he figured me out.
I suppose there is some truth in what he said. But I would probably phrase it differently:

Why is it that French people talk so quietly?

I really don't know. He chalked it up to the fact that the Upper Class French have better manners than everyone else.
If you were wondering, he liked the movie, though he thought the end was too abrupt.

Daylight Savings Temps Temps

Suddenly time seems to be speeding by. Kait and Julia were here and we were in Berlin and then they were gone. And then, suddenly Dad was here. And we went to lots of museums and ate too much and then he was gone. And then, to add to it, we turned the clocks forward. And in six days (according to my Disneyland Visit Countdown clock Widget) I will be at EuroDisney with Dave, Hanly, Kyle, Leila, Tory, Elika, and the millions of other people who will go to EuroDisney on a Sunday in the spring. And then, 5 days later I will find myself in Croatia. Really. Fast.

So let me take a hint from Kait's earlier comment, and slow things down a little...

Kait and Julia were here and it was wonderful. Kait new exactly what I was missing, and she brought me Kraft Mac n' Cheese (which I am eating RIGHT NOW. It's great- nothing like it. Really.) and bagels. Bagels! We went to the first museum I have visited since my arrival in Paris: the Palais de Tokyo. There, we saw a lot of contemporary art which was... uhm, contemporary.
it looked like this:

We took some pictures and made some miSteaks...

Dad was just here. And we continued the tradition of going to museums. But this time we stayed away from contemporary art. Instead we stayed closer to my neighborhood. We went to the Jewish Museum, the Picasso Museum, and the Louvre. The winner for me was the Picasso. Lovely, really lovely.
At the Louvre I finally saw this:

It was underwhelming. But don't tell Leonardo or Dan Brown....

It is really lovely to see Paris with visitors. It is a very nice city in which to be a tourist. There are suddenly a million things to do, a million places to eat, and maybe four hundred museums to visit.

Ever since the clocks have moved forward, though, it has been a whole new Paris. It was 8:30 pm and the sun was still shining. I have ceremoniously removed the lining from my winter coat, and I had to wear sunglasses all day today. There are many a picnic in my future.

Soon there will be Croatia. In Croatia there will be a Croatian Passover, some exploring, and some beautiful beaches. But more on that later. I still have more time...

I hope this update was thorough. The sun is shining and there is a million things to do.

V

i went to berlin. the most important thing i learned was THIS .
my visitors leave soon and i am pretty sad about it.

what I have learned this week:

Prague, though mostly a silly fantasy land, is also wonderful and magical. And obscenely inexpensive. And carnivorous - on that note. I can now prepare a mighty fine beef bourginon at the drop of a hat. Thanks to the charming Ms. Bark and her extremely informative french cuisine course.
The murderer in "Perry Mason Solves the Case of the Sleepwalker's Niece" is not who you would expect. (next on the queue: Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer". When in Paris...)
Kait will arrive three hours before Julia on Friday morning (!).
It is only a two hour flight from Paris to Berlin.
Happy hour is from 5-8 at Indiana, the Tex Mex chain of Paris. And in mere hours I will know just how Tex Mex Indiana actually is.
Pizza arrived in the United States for the first time in the 1950s.

Smart Smart Smart.