down in the catacombs. eeek!(I was fine with this for about 1/2 hour. Then, after seeing bones and bones and bones and bones and bones (you don't even know how many bones are in there!) I started to get a little creeped out.
Of course there is always some jackass goofin' around down there with the skulls, despite about a hundred signs saying 'touches pas!' Have some respect, pal!
The rowdy british of course. Had another run-in at the market with a british lady.......:it's not poppy, it's puppy! You're saying it's a dog and clearly, it's a puppy seed!"
(she promptly corrected me at the market when the boulange asked me how to say "pave" en anglais ).
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