<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683</id><updated>2009-09-29T06:20:13.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apres moi, le deluge</title><subtitle type='html'>The crazy life of Sylvie-Claire the spoon.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-7122537320383427638</id><published>2008-06-09T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:42:46.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:o</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated this in ages.&lt;br /&gt;I've moved back to &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com"/&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me over there, as sylviebeans, but it's friends only.&lt;br /&gt;Since I last updated I visited Trondheim in Norway and Vienna in Austria. There are pictures of both trips on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Paris is still fabulous. I spend a lot of time with Fiona, Dani, Cathryn and Jenny still. We've got secret clubs and stitch and bitch nights - it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Cathryn and I might be travelling at some point this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this blog with some pictures that sum up the whole Parisian experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-333.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v286/69/18/513457333/n513457333_683859_2006.jpg" border=1/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-333.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v286/69/18/513457333/n513457333_683756_7837.jpg" border=1/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-333.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v286/69/18/513457333/n513457333_683757_8185.jpg" border=1/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-333.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v286/69/18/513457333/n513457333_683759_8884.jpg" border=1/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-333.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v286/69/18/513457333/n513457333_683758_8539.jpg" border=1/&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v252/69/18/513457333/n513457333_635143_3737.jpg" border=1/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-7122537320383427638?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/7122537320383427638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=7122537320383427638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7122537320383427638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7122537320383427638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2008/06/o.html' title=':o'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-5762621042876204479</id><published>2008-02-24T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:18:06.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'RER, it's a star!'</title><content type='html'>Probably shouldn't be updating in such a half asleep state. Cathryn and I stayed at Jenny's last night and didn't sleep. They're both probably asleep right now but I'm going to hold out until tonight. Working all day for the next four days so going to need a lot of sleep tonight - working 48 hoursish in four days! :o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh. Feel like my brain is melting.. Jenny's sleepover, without sleep, was great. We met at Montmartre with the intention of buying veggies and fruit from market stalls in a street Jenny knows, we ended up going into a piano shop and then Monoprix (we saw an interesting trio, Jen and Cathryn somehow knew their life story - two guys hugging a girl, Pete was the one who was left out though. Poor Pete, don't ask!) Which isn't really the same. We bought foodstuffs and went back to Jen's. The Metro was PACKED with everyone wanting to go to the rugby game. &lt;br /&gt;Instead of having fruit and vegetables we ate pizza, chocolate ice cream and watched Mr Darcy, Black Books, Save The Last Dance - and giggled at the French subtitles, Jenny and Cathryn tried to learn German and Spanish, I had a wine shower and had to wash my top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we couldn't find a corkscrew for the wine so after Cathryn and Jen attacked it with some keys Cathryn tried with the knife. She gave up and I tried for a while, after managing to cut half the cork out the knife slipped in and the wine &lt;b&gt;exploded&lt;/b&gt; allll over me. Hilarious. Though I probably smell a bit weird now. Cathryn left to go home about 8am - I nearly fell asleep on the RER C a few times. Though Jen you'll be disappointed to know we didn't bump into Derek so no one taught us how to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny came up with the best rap about the RER. But I forgot it. Will have to ask her about it on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back home.  I had intended on writing a lot about how wonderful Paris is but my bed looks so snuggly soft I want to sleep. I can't really think at the moment. I'll go make an interesting list of interesting things to tell you about then maybe even include a picture post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. By the way, if this didn't make sense to you then remember it will make less to me when I'm awake. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-5762621042876204479?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/5762621042876204479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=5762621042876204479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5762621042876204479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5762621042876204479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2008/02/rer-its-star.html' title='&apos;RER, it&apos;s a star!&apos;'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-3747671286867839690</id><published>2008-01-26T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:26:44.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'We put potatoes in it.'</title><content type='html'>Today Cathryn, Jenny and I went to Versailles. It was so exciting! We meet at Musee d'Orsay at 12h 45 ish, Jenny was at the rhino - this is an important fact she felt she needed to text us with, and jumped on the next train to Versailles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we noticed when we got there was that PEOPLE WERE NICE! You forget that people can be nice after living in Paris for so long - it's not that people here are very rude they're just not friendly. Some of them are really rude but I come from Mansfield so used to it. We went into a bakery and got some free cake things. We were so shocked at someone being nice for once I think we said thank you a million times. They must have thought we were crazy tourists. We got some bread, a galette des roi, yum yum and some fancy looking cakes. We then bought some cheese*, avocado, chocolate and apple juice. All set for our picnic we headed off for the Versailles gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick stroll and bravely asking for directions we found the amazing, huge gardens and were &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; happy to not see a building for miles. It was so beautiful. Living in Paris really makes you miss seeing silly things like fields. We strolled around for a bit wishing we could dress up in Renaissance clothing, or at least I did, then decided it was time for lunch. After finding a bit of muddy grass to sit on we had a cold but fantastic picnic. Cathryn won the crown from the galette and we were very pleased for her, Jenny cried a little but got over it eventually. After eating too much we went for a long walk around the gardens. They're so beautiful. When we left the sun was setting; the sky was lilac, pink going in to a light blue and bright orange. It was so incredible. We didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the train back, listened to an Australian couple have a semi argument about a restaurant, and decided we were too tired to go for a coffee. I managed to get a bus back home from Choisy train station instead of walking and pretty much collapsed in bed. Which is where I've stayed since. Definitely a day we need to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quotes for Cathryn and Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Canadian seeds.&lt;br /&gt;+ 'We put potatoes in it!'&lt;br /&gt;+ 'It's the wrong way.' [Never figured out what was the wrong way or what the random lady was talking about..]  &lt;br /&gt;And I'm too tired to think of anymore.. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's Port Salut by the way Cathryn ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-3747671286867839690?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/3747671286867839690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=3747671286867839690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/3747671286867839690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/3747671286867839690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-put-potatoes-in-it.html' title='&apos;We put potatoes in it.&apos;'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-4823591408075329838</id><published>2008-01-25T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:10:13.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'And I have no latern to light your way home tonight..'</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it's almost February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should be doing more with my free time, tomorrow I'm going to Versailles with Jenny and Cathryn so that's a vague accomplishment? We're all very excited about it. We're going to have a picnic in the gardens I think! I really don't feel like I've done enough to say I've been here for almost five months - really need to follow in Pam's footsteps and make a list of things to do. Jen and I are going to see Helen(!) in Toulouse so that's one thing to cross off the non-existent list! Very excited about that! &lt;--see haven't forgotten you Helenpants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out today my womb has decided that if I even think about moving it will curse me with the worst pain so looks like I'm staying in today. Curses. Plus I'm feeling lazy. Might go buy bread and more credit but Paris can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for French lessons I rang this morning and they said they probably don't have any places. I told them I really need the lessons to be able to work here so they're going to give me a test Monday morning and see if I can fit in somewhere. I really hope I can - going to be in a lot of trouble if not. Bleh. I'll figure something out either way. Then I'll go sort out my Navigo - for some reason it's stopped working which means I no longer get to hear the delicious 'BING' when I use the metro/RER. It's horrific! I have to use a Carte Orange again. Not as exciting as a Navigo plus I can't hide it in my purse and do a secret BING. Makes me feel like I'm a secret agent. If you have Navigo you'll know what I mean, if not then ignore this. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is amazing at the moment, sunny and vaguely warm. It makes me sad that I'm not in the countryside with everything growing around me. Spring is going to be horrible here, I need to be around greenness. I don't feel the same living on a street, it's ok but nothing beats watching the countryside slowly turn green over the month. It's beautiful. Hopefully we'll get our trips arranged and go into the countryside a lot more. If not that I'll take trains out and have long walks. Something else you can't really do here. Streets aren't the same as woods. I've also discovered that my most favourite sound to fall asleep to is rain. It never really rains here and when it does we have shutters so I don't get to hear the amazing sound of it hitting the window. I always sleep better when it's raining. Clear proof that I've lived in England all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go find something to do - might frog hat and start it again now I'm more experienced with ribbing etc. And I have several projects I want to do but need round needles or double ended needles for. Eurgh. This is turning into an expensive hobby. Heh. Really need to get down to a yarn shop and get some of each or I'll never get around to the projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tout a l'heure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-4823591408075329838?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/4823591408075329838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=4823591408075329838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/4823591408075329838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/4823591408075329838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-have-no-latern-to-light-your-way.html' title='&apos;And I have no latern to light your way home tonight..&apos;'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-4797355189558615283</id><published>2008-01-10T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:29:00.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'You said I must eat so many lemons 'cos I am so bitter..'</title><content type='html'>Only been back for two weeks and it feels much longer. The weather has improved dramatically and now I'm wondering why I'm sat in my room updating this thing. Need to go pick up the little lady in forty minutes so not really enough time to do anything. Or at least that's my justification. Not really much of one. Need to start knitting and writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New Year's were fun and quite. The way I like them. Got to see some great friends then come here and make new friends. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I spend my weekends in Paris now and trying to increase my social life. Living in the suburbs could be worse I guess. Actually it's pretty great where I am. Not going to complain. Current music obsessions: Cake, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Shins, Kate Nash, Amy Winehouse, Da Silva, anything that the old Europe 2 used to play really. That was a great radio station. Now it's been taken over by Virgin. Doesn't seem the same. Audrey says it is but it's not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orACIBjHuI4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orACIBjHuI4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my Nude Year's resolution I want to start doing more exercise. But fun exercise. E.g. swimming or, like Alanna, bounce of some sort of trampoline or anything that doesn't seem like a chore! Tried yoga and might give that another go. Jenny said she'd be up for it so that's always an option. A very sore option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to tidy my room and listen to more music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-4797355189558615283?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/4797355189558615283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=4797355189558615283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/4797355189558615283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/4797355189558615283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-said-i-must-eat-so-many-lemons-cos.html' title='&apos;You said I must eat so many lemons &apos;cos I am so bitter..&apos;'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-2719202103861708555</id><published>2007-12-25T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:45:20.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything. Dedicated to Helen!</title><content type='html'>Helen said I haven't updated this thing in ages, the reason being because SO much has happened and I really didn't want to type a lot but she said she wants something to read so here I am. &lt;br /&gt;(Hi Helen *waves*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in England for eleven days and have a chest infection though I don't know whether I should attack an inhaler. It seems to be mixing at the moment. Can't really breathe without needed to cough. I feel so sexy. And of course my iTunes is playing stuff that I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to sing along to so more coughing occurs. The consequence of good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you missed in the last month and a half? I made a list.. But my camera won't let me take a photo so I'll type it here with fancy bullet points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Pizza, Momo's&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Ice skating! Montparnasse, Helen's favourite place, and Hotel de Ville.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Pam and Helen leaving ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Stolly's - the 'bar of coincidences'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Knitting&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Graffiti knitting&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Absinthe in the hot chocolate cafe that I never remember the name of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; A few videos to show you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Bread -- bank&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Crazy toilets, cowboy guy and the champagne&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; The C-hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably more. You'll need to remind me what I've missed. As you can tell they're not in any sort of chronological order. Just a random list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - we've had pizza several times together so I'm guessing that's why you mentioned it? There was the excellent pizza at Momo's, recommended by Jesse and Cathryn, the cute little place in Montmartre with the free drinks. Many crepes have been consumed, some with Helen cursing the jam, some with praising the jam. We traveled six million miles to a crepe place with Jesse, Cathryn, Pam and someone we didn't know. We've eaten at a few other places too, had coffee at many places and beer/alcohol in a few places. Overall it's been very productive food wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating! Helen and I have been ice skating a silly amount of times. She doesn't mind holding my hand and I don't mind being helped. Not at all. Been getting better! Can go round on my own and beginning to pick up speed. The best part of ice skating has to be the pitying looks I get when go around slowly or people always want to take a picture of something when I'm about to go past so they get a close up of my head or coat. There was on guy who helped me go round a few times and really helped my self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJt2oNhD2eU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJt2oNhD2eU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam and Helen leaving. The worst thing ever. Still sad about it. Can't believe it's Christmas already and we're having to say bye to some people. Helen should come back to Paree and live under my bed or something. Haha. I miss you! Paris won't be the same without someone to talk to about knitting for hours and music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a bar, Stolly's, which I named the 'bar of coincidences'. The manager Dave is from Victoria and we were in Victoria at the same time this summer. Mike somehow knew I was from Mansfield - he's from Swindon and did English literature at Bath Spa. Which is where I'm going in September. We went on the 14th December*, got incredibly drunk then tagged along to a party where Owen broke a chair. It was a legendary night. One that must go on the legends list with karaoke guy! Been in there a fair few times since then. Mainly to see my husband Nick. We got married in the Notre Dame. It was the wedding of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. Helen mentioned knitting. What can I say? We like to knit. A lot. She's a lot better than me making her my knitting Guru with Needles of Wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting graffiti is a new craze and I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spaceandculture.org/uploaded_images/Knitta_collage-743253.jpg" border=1/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that brilliant? I really want to do some! There's quite a bit of it in the St Paul area. Makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Ah, yes. Absinthe. Helen bought some absinthe so Jenny, Helen and I decided to try it in the hot chocolate cafe we go to on occasion. Pimento Cafe or something like that. I don't remember. I just follow the others when going there. Anyhow, it was ok. Strong but good. Felt like such a rebel slipping it into our drinks. Heh. We are rebels for that. Pratcially legends. 'Je suis une legende!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread -- bank. One day I was walking with Capucine, it must have been below zero that day. It was freezing. She stops walking and I don't know why. She looks at me so I ask her if she's cold or had enough walking and wants me to carry her the few meters I can. I am weak and she is heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Her: bread.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bread? You want to buy bread?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, sure. If you want. Come on then.&lt;br /&gt;Her: .. (refuses to move)&lt;br /&gt;Me: you can't buy bread here Capucine..&lt;br /&gt;Her: ..(won't move)&lt;br /&gt;Me: this is a bank! It doesn't work like that. You can buy bread over there (points to bakery)&lt;br /&gt;Her: .. (still won't move)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I had to pick her up. From behind because when I tried to pick her up from  infront she curled up and wouldn't let me. That was a hilariously weird moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems we find weird people/places when with Jenny. Seriously. Helen and I have walked around for hours and nothing strange has happened then after twenty minutes of being with Jenny something really odd with happen or we'll find somewhere really weird to eat. For example the wonderful crepe place. We found a reasonably priced crepery, it seemed perfectly normal until we were served by a sixty year old guy dressed like a cowboy. He then tried to give us water out of a champagne bottle. That was a weird moment. But the best part of the evening would be when Jenny went to the bathroom and came back with a huge smile on her face. One by one we go see what she was smiling at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pvtbXHQeAs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pvtbXHQeAs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rave in a small toilet. Seperate speakers, rave light, writing on all the walls. Insane. Genius but insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the C-hat. Helen made a lovely hat with a pompom. She tried to get caught in some tourists pictures near the Notre Dame in it but it didn't work. Here's the video of our failed mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNT7im8Xntk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNT7im8Xntk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly missed SO much but I'm going to stop for now and have a stretch. I have four albums on Facebook of pictures so far. You just have to add me to see them. Sylvie-Claire Porter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if you're reading this and want to meet up then TEXT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Haha. Our anniversary Helen! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-2719202103861708555?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/2719202103861708555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=2719202103861708555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/2719202103861708555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/2719202103861708555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/12/everything-dedicated-to-helen.html' title='Everything. Dedicated to Helen!'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-5230611838848201565</id><published>2007-11-20T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:13:47.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee rhuum ov Sylvie-Claire.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are interested in seeing what a French bedroom looks like &lt;a href="http://beyonddreams.livejournal.com/271534.html#cutid1"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-5230611838848201565?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/5230611838848201565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=5230611838848201565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5230611838848201565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5230611838848201565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/11/zee-rhuum-ov-sylvie-claire.html' title='Zee rhuum ov Sylvie-Claire.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-5185186120976049313</id><published>2007-11-18T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T09:45:08.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>It just took me about ten minutes to log in. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note I MADE A HAT! (Thanks to &lt;a href="http://fucknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Helen's&lt;/a&gt; guidance, she is my knitting master.)More pictures in my Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/tamtastic001.jpg" border="1" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/Sylviebeans"&gt;ravelry account&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bad note I'm getting a migraine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a tout a l'heure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-5185186120976049313?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/5185186120976049313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=5185186120976049313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5185186120976049313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5185186120976049313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/11/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-6497348602326960785</id><published>2007-11-13T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:43:41.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fandom is better than yours :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/amyno.jpg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; made the geek in me very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-6497348602326960785?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/6497348602326960785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=6497348602326960785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6497348602326960785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6497348602326960785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-fandom-is-better-than-yours-p.html' title='My fandom is better than yours :P'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-5375347253192898874</id><published>2007-11-12T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:30:30.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue.</title><content type='html'>Je suis très froid et fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was brilliant - it was the night of legends minus the French perverts who were chasing Helen and Jenny around. I met with Helen for wool shopping - well we met eventually. Think I'm going to have to put my phone to charge every night cos it dies SO quickly it's ridiculous. She bought me some new knitting needles, 10mm! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to a pizza place and had free drinks for being their first customers, yay free drinks! Jenny joined us at the steps of the Sacred Coeur where we watched some brilliant buskers and they played Helen's most favouritest Oasis song. After they'd finished we took a walk around Montmartre, the view of Paris is amazing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and beer in the cafe Amelie was filmed in was next on the list. We took a trip to a random place with the internet where we found a true legend doing karaoke to James Blunt and Shaggy with a very strong French accent of course. What a guy. Then we found a random 'rock' club to go to.  It was fun, we found two more legends - two older men (about 50/60) dancing with random people - they were better dancers than most of the people there. Helen danced with one of them, so it wasn't too bad until the random French guys were we're talking to got over friendly with Jenny and Helen - I was sat on the stage arguing with one of them about football and rugby - 'zee football is a true sport', he said my French was good. Managed to speak to quite a few people that night apparently my English accent is noticeable cos they all asked me which part of England I'm from then laughed when I fumed about it. We all got told we were beautiful several times all night, the charm wears off after the first few times but it's much better than being told you're ugly a lot of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 5am when we left and pancakes seemed like the best option. Waited until the Metro opened then went home. Got in for about half seven. Just after I went to bed the family started getting up! So that was my Saturday night, how about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a French lesson in the morning then Sara, Claire and me went back to Liz's for coffee - Claire has managed to persuade me to do exercise on Thursday. Well it didn't take a lot of persuading - I'm going on a bike with Liz whilst her and Sara run. Looking forward to it, there's a promise of soup and French bread afterwards. Who could say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie est très belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Helen: 'goodbyeee my loooover, gooodbye my friiiiiiend', 'wasn't me!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-5375347253192898874?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/5375347253192898874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=5375347253192898874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5375347253192898874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5375347253192898874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/11/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-6205514220821703875</id><published>2007-11-09T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:11:26.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear you.</title><content type='html'>Dear prepubescent boy on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;Apparently your parents never taught you any manners, you could clearly see the bus was full and that Capucine is slightly younger and shorter than you yet you refused to give her your seat, I'm not saying you &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/B&gt; to but it's polite and makes common sense not to have a four year old standing up on a busy bus. Even when she fell over you didn't batter an eyelid. If I were your mum I would have given you a good slap for that.&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. a hat is intended for your head, not that air above it. You look like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boy with chewing gum,&lt;br /&gt;It's great that you have chewing, really I'm happy for you but you don't have to share this fact with everyone. Not everyone wants to hear you chewing as loudly as you can. Closing your mouth when you chew isn't that difficult - you can even do it when you're eating too! It's a useful skill to have. Please take this into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear bus driver,&lt;br /&gt;You absolute moron. Congratulations you've made my 'people I hate' list. So far there are two people on that list - it takes a lot for me to get this angry and you managed it without saying anything. I'll let you in on a little secret, living in a city does not mean you have to be an asshole. It's not necessary - some people chose to do it and others don't. You do have a choice, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me miss being in England - people seem to have manners there. Most bus drivers do - they wait for people who may have difficulty sitting down to be sat before moving off. You should go to England and take notes. It was blatantly obvious that Capucine would have problems walking down the bus - you saw that she needed help to get on it so why on earth did you speed off like that? She could have been seriously hurt, luckily when she fell (twice) she didn't hit her head though she did hit her back on the seat in front on her when you slammed the brakes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about this makes me want to punch you in the face, or get someone a lot stronger to punch you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;With anger,&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-6205514220821703875?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/6205514220821703875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=6205514220821703875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6205514220821703875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6205514220821703875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-you.html' title='Dear you.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-5755472359723737948</id><published>2007-11-08T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:36:11.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga and other four letter words.</title><content type='html'>Had my first yoga session last night and feeling a wee bit sore now. It was great fun, looking forward to going back again. Nearly fell asleep at the end - we were lying down and concentrating on our breathing and relaxing every muscle possible. Felt very sleepytired. I have really weak arms so every time we did something involving arms I could feel them screaming at me to stop - now they hurt a lot. On the way back from yoga I got the best pancake EVER. It was full of chopped hazelnuts and a bit of sugar. Mmm. Going to get one every week I think, as a treat for torturing my muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capucine has just had the week off school so on Monday we went to the park to play - she was popular of course. She brought some bubble stuff with her so all the other children were playing with us. I sat in the play area to keep an eye on her. A young girl came and sat with me, she said something really quickly in French that my brain couldn't understand so I told her I didn't understand, she asked what language I spoke I told her English and she started talking to me in fluent English! She must have been about five - brilliant English without a French accent! There was a random woman near by who was as shocked as I was. Capucine loved the park so much she refused to come home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing anything today - just going to play on Sims and then pick up the little lady from school at four. Normally I'd have a French lesson in the morning but it's half term at the moment. Pretty sure there wasn't a class today - guess I'll find out on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to wash my amazing jeans now - the ones with pictures from friends all over them cos Capucine sneezed chocolate all over them. She doesn't have magical powers of nose chocolate but her mouth was full of chocolate mousse and then she sneezed. It was so funny. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's it for now. Can't think of anything else to add. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Got your letter Alipie! :D &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-5755472359723737948?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/5755472359723737948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=5755472359723737948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5755472359723737948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5755472359723737948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/11/yoga-and-other-four-letter-words.html' title='Yoga and other four letter words.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-7616794405399985600</id><published>2007-11-04T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:41:56.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About time..</title><content type='html'>I keep putting off this update which is ridiculous as it won't take too long to do. I'm just lazy. So many things have happened since the last update! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from nine days in the sunny UK - it was actually sunny. During those nine days I saw Ruthie, Peter, Charlee, Hayley, Jamie and my grandparents, I failed my driving test, boo, went up to Derby to spend some time with Ruthie, bought some books to make myself feel better about something.. Um.. Spent some time with my amazing family, was shocked at dad's beardage, had my first ever Martini.. Think that's it. Felt weird being back but then I adjusted and now I'm homesick again. Missing mum a lot already. Only been here about five hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French classes are fabulous and I'm making a lot of wonderful friends. The teacher is great and I'm really enjoying lessons. Learning lots of useful things like verbs. Heh. Just need to remember them now. Also need to do the homework set over the holidays. Completely forgot about that. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of what else to say.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll leave it at this for now and try to update again tomorrow night. Ooh, tomorrow night I'm going to cook an English meal for the family and see what they think. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've enabled all comments so you have no excuses now! Leave me comments! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-7616794405399985600?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/7616794405399985600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=7616794405399985600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7616794405399985600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7616794405399985600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-time.html' title='About time..'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-160237506584528152</id><published>2007-10-18T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:37:34.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Eve.</title><content type='html'>Meet Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/socks004.jpg" height="300" width="400" border=3/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/socks005.jpg" height="300" width="400" border=3/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-160237506584528152?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/160237506584528152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=160237506584528152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/160237506584528152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/160237506584528152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/10/meet-adam-and-eve.html' title='Adam and Eve.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-836246950313724578</id><published>2007-10-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:38:08.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeany jean like jeans.</title><content type='html'>I owe a proper update but for now here's my broken shoe and amazing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/BALLOOONNNSSS009.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/BALLOOONNNSSS006.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a foot! Oo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dilemma: where can I find some ethical shoes? Non leather, anti-child labour etc. It seems like it should be an easy task but apparently not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-836246950313724578?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/836246950313724578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=836246950313724578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/836246950313724578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/836246950313724578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-owe-proper-update-but-for-now-heres.html' title='Jeany jean like jeans.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-6093955409235300458</id><published>2007-10-10T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:39:44.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Luminara.</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Luminara. Lanterns by Capucine and me. Though they won't be able to be lit as they were made with paper not crepe paper. Still pretty though. Ignore the mad arm in one of the shots. The blue one and gravity are best friends, it keeps falling over at any chance it gets. Forgot to put something heavy underneath it to weigh it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/BALLOOONNNSSS001.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/BALLOOONNNSSS002.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/BALLOOONNNSSS003.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a close up of the rocket. It looks squished but it's the top of the balloon, not the picture size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/BALLOOONNNSSS004.jpg" border=1 height="400" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/BALLOOONNNSSS005.jpg" border="1" height=400 width=300 alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go wake up Capucine. She's having a late nap today, after we'd finished doing the balloons and had lunch she was absolutely covered in mashed potato and glue - home made glue too - so I had to give her a quick bath and then put her straight to bed. Going to CALMS in a bit to see her speech therapist so need to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do a proper update at some point in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and other four letter words. xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to answer your question Ms Banana, the French classes are taught in French (: sometimes a bit of English but Sonia (who's Spanish) doesn't understand English so it's not useful for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-6093955409235300458?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/6093955409235300458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=6093955409235300458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6093955409235300458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6093955409235300458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/10/inspired-by-luminara.html' title='Inspired by Luminara.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-5175964765619451411</id><published>2007-10-02T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:55:55.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First French lesson</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my first French lesson, I managed to be late. I left to get the bus and missed it! Then realised that I'd left my purse at home so had to run all the way back and wait for the bus again. Rang the place to tell them I'd be late, got the bus, then a train then the Metro and had to ask for directions from there. Found a postman - they seem to know their way around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French lesson was fun. I learned a lot, who would have though H is a vowel and consonant? Made two friends and we're going to ask people if they want to go out at the weekend or something. There are eight of us in the class. Two girls from American, a girl from Spain, one from Germany, another from Indonesia, someone else from England and a guy from Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with the two girls from America, we went to a crepe place. It was yummy. I had to leave early cos I have a horrible cold, went to get the Metro and for some reason my ticket wouldn't work - it had been working all day until this point and worked again after. Started getting frustrated so jumped the barrier and, of course, I completely missed and bashed my knee. I have a lovely bruise now. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v15/sylvz/kneee.jpg"&gt;Here's a picture of the wickle bruise.&lt;/a&gt; Ise be smart. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my first French lesson. Things to remember for next time:&lt;br /&gt;- The bus always leaves before you get there when you NEED to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;- There's a Metro that hates my ticket out there *shakes fist*.&lt;br /&gt;- Remember to check if I have my purse before leaving/don't leave it in the kitchen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-5175964765619451411?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/5175964765619451411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=5175964765619451411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5175964765619451411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/5175964765619451411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-french-lesson.html' title='First French lesson'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-6908981049228715748</id><published>2007-09-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:05:55.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture post!</title><content type='html'>Think it's time for a picture post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/random006.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="1" height="300" width="400"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capucine took this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/moustache002.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="1" width=400 height=500 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Madame Moustache. (Spelled wrong on purpose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now time for my tale of woe. Yesterday I burnt three fingers making Capucine's dinner, left the pot handle over a lit hob without realising and then picked it up. They're not bad burns but never been burnt before so felt really sorry for myself. The burns don't hurt anymore they're shiny and I'm lacking a bit of my fingerprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/random011.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="1" height="300" width="400"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play spot the burns! Cookies for those who can see them. ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proper update will come at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-6908981049228715748?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/6908981049228715748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=6908981049228715748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6908981049228715748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/6908981049228715748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-post.html' title='Picture post!'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-7601439455795812508</id><published>2007-09-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T05:56:21.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new? Not much really. Having a good time here, really feel like part of the family. So far I've visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Montmartre as you know&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; the Eiffel tower&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Notre Dame a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; the Lourve&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; the Musee d'Orsay&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; and a few other smaller places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoying exploring Paris. In 2008 at some point I'd really like to go to Disneyland with friends, a few people said they would so that would be brilliant if it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the day off so I went shopping, it's going to start getting cold soon so bought five new jumpers. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/jumpers005.jpg"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/jumpers004.jpg"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/jumpers003.jpg"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/jumpers002.jpg"&gt;four&lt;/a&gt; aaaand &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/forlivejournal/jumpers001.jpg"&gt;five&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting French lessons on the 1st October, looking forward to them. Hopefully will make some friends then get to go home for a bit at the end of October. Looking forward to seeing everyone again, it's been a while. Heh. Then again everyone is going to be busy with uni and jazz. At least get to see family for a bit - missing them a silly amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really think of anything else to say. Which is annoying because I will think of stuff to say after I've pressed post or later on when I'm not near my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-7601439455795812508?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/7601439455795812508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=7601439455795812508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7601439455795812508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7601439455795812508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-time-no-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-7824405144288269887</id><published>2007-08-31T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:54:52.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montmartre</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Montmartre. It was beautiful, the only problem really was the six million steps it took to get up the big hill but it was worth it in the end. Took a few pictures. All pictures go into my Facebook account - you will need an account to be able to see them but they're good. There are a few videos posted too. They're named 'For John' but anyone can watch them. They make him happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Metro was hard to find. It was sneaky and hid from me so I walked up to the next Metro instead. Wasted quite a bit of time but it was ok as I had all day. Once I'd found my way to Montmartre I went and sat in the cathedral for a bit. It was silent in the crypt. Think it was what I needed. I sat at an altar for ten minutes or so and listened to the silence. It was beautiful. Can understand why people find such solitude in places like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Montmartre I found a pretty little cake shop then had a crepe. Yummy. Wish I wasn't alone though. I'm terrible at wandering around on my own. Get bored really quickly. I was only there for a few hours before deciding to return. Which was a lot easier than getting there. Returning only took 20 minutes or so whereas getting there took about 2 hours. It seemed that on the way there I missed the bus, the metro, the train etc. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my day. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave any proper details about being here. Things people are dying to know like what are the family like and what's my room like? Well the family are lovely and I'm lucky to have such a great family. I am aware of this - the homesickness is blocking most things out. Capucine is absolutely adorable! My contract starts on Monday so having a routine might help the homesickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set the internet up in the living room so I can.. Well do this and use MSN. My room is the same size as my room at home, perhaps a bit bigger. It looks bigger because it's square. Though saying that there's a small double bed in it and there's no way I could fit it in my room. I'm still not used to sleeping in a double bed. It's weird, even though I began to get used to sleeping in John's huuuuuge bed it's still a weird experience. Lots of room and nothing to do with it. I keep finding myself sprawled out in the morning. Heh. It's comfy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else. Feel free to ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-7824405144288269887?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/7824405144288269887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=7824405144288269887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7824405144288269887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7824405144288269887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/08/montmartre.html' title='Montmartre'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-7694958222917408091</id><published>2007-08-29T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:21:10.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am in Paris. Lonely but safe, was very homesick last night. Still homesick but it's not as bad. Missing everyone a silly amount. Audrey really reminds me of mum which is making it harder at the moment, really miss her, Sam and dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful here, haven't had time to do much so far. Tomorrow I'm going into Paris by myself. Have to get a bus and the Metro. A bit nervous - I should be ok but I'm still a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really much to say. The family are amazing and they said that John can stay here when he comes to save him money - they also know some hotels in Paris where other friends can stay and will take me to the hotel to see them. They've set up the internet so I can use my laptop in the living room. This set up is a lot better than using their PC. They have a French keyboard so I'm terrible at typing with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-7694958222917408091?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/7694958222917408091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=7694958222917408091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7694958222917408091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/7694958222917408091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-here-i-am-in-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057804132162689683.post-1324438095087677206</id><published>2007-08-15T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:07:58.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two weeks until I take the longest adventure I have ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057804132162689683-1324438095087677206?l=lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/feeds/1324438095087677206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057804132162689683&amp;postID=1324438095087677206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/1324438095087677206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057804132162689683/posts/default/1324438095087677206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmechocolat.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks.'/><author><name>Sylviebeans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09687408938359047591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06355701643782117580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>