Paris and Parisians

In case anyone is curious, it is difficult to use a French keyboard (I cannot find a number of key writing elements, like quotation marks). I shall not say much today, for this is a laborous process. We are beginning to feel quite at home in this beautiful city; whoever says that Paris is ugly and Parisians are rude has not gotten very far in the culture.

We spent a great deal of time at the church this weekend, getting to know some of the young people better. On a somewhat pessimistic note, we are not going to be able to break the language barrier in these few weeks; on the bright side, many people here speak good English.

We climbed many stairs yesterday to the Sacre Coeur area (also the artist quarter) to see the Salvador Dali exhibit (300 of his works, lacking The Persistance of Memory and his famous Crucifixion). That fellow was out of his mind.

Among the four of us Americans, we have begun a game of Spades to one million, to be continued next school year and concluded (regardless of the score) in May. Things are going well.