Apparently that ^ is how The Devil Wears Prada, which I watched with my roommate in French last night, translates in French. Very amusing. The characters speak quickly as it is, and the French dubbing in the movie is so fast. Very difficult to understand at times, but good practice.
Also good practice? Going into every store and pretending I don't speak English. Spent over an hour in the cutest, most eclectic used/new bookstore in Paris (Shakespeare & Co.) last night and pretended not to speak English when I got to the counter. The cashier spoke both but couldn't understand me and got frustrated and just started ignoring me. I still got my book. (Three Cups of Tea--remember, Mommy?)
I took a nap after work because I was tired as could be, while waiting for my roommate so we could go get dinner. She found me sleeping and decided to let me sleep and, when I woke, I decided I wasn't hungry and would prefer to take a walk. I know it's been hot in New York and all, but it is also quite quite hot here. Rebecca keeps getting sick from the heat because she's so used to air conditioning. Which , of course, there is none of in the foyer. In any case, I wasn't hungry before my walk, but stopped by "MyBerry" (the French version of pinkberry?) and got a really tasty non-fat plain frozen yogurt with some raspberries, brownies, and coconut shavings. So good. Taking a walk along the Seine while eating yogurt and watching the sun slowly set: perfect.
Today is pretty exciting. Going to la Bibliotheque Nationale for work and then going on a Paris Night Bike Tour for four hours. Should be wonderful. I'll definitely have things to say then.