in which we take a trip in the way-back machine.

These are old pictures, from last week, when we went on a bateau-vedette (one of those boats that hauls tourists along the Seine to see the sights). You could see pretty much everything from the Seine, but I didn't take many pictures, because I seemed perpetually to be on the wrong side of the boat. If my pictures are shoddy, let's consider it a result of me being on a boat, and not as a result of my photography skills, shall we?

There are two kinds of boats on the Seine, the bateaux-vedettes and the bateaux-mouches, and I'm not exactly clear on what the difference is between them. I think the bateaux-mouches have, like, dinner tables on board.

Part of Notre Dame.
The Conciergerie, where Marie Antoinette was kept prisoner.
We are moved in to our host family's apartment, which I will post pictures of sometime later. There is wifi, but it does not cooperate with our computers; once again I'm piggybacking on the neighbors'. It seems to be working, but who knows for how long.

This afternoon Mme de Lassagne took me and Skye around the neighborhood; we're about two blocks away from Rue de Passy, a seriously good shopping street. We ate lunch at a creperie (good, but expensive) and tried to do some shopping after, but I gave up because I was getting an increasingly painful headache because I haven't had enough sleep all week at the FIAP. I came back early and sat nauseously in front of my computer, trying to get wifi to work. Then I took a nap, and my headache's not gone, but at least I don't feel nauseated anymore. (Does this mean I'm starting to get real migraines? GREAT.)

The de Lassagnes are out to dinner now, and they left me a copy of Le Figaro with a cover story on "Les Derniers Secrets de l'Archeologie" (The Last Secrets of Archaeology). They're so sweet. (I have a very high opinion of them now because M de Lassagne told me I barely have an accent. Flattery will get you much.)