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We lived on rue Eugène Lisbonne, next to the Carré St Anne and the Place du Petit Scel, in which there was a very nice Irish pub named O'Carolan's and St Anne's church. And a fountain shaped like a mushroom. |
Did you know that many cities in France have Arcs de Triomphe, not just Paris?
This is Montpellier's. It was about a five minute walk from our apartment. |
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My roommate, Lara, got a tambourine for her birthday so that she could sing "Harry Got a Hey" along with our Swedish neighbors and Ken up on the roof.
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We played "Pin the Rat Tail on Tay Hanson" as part of the evening's festivities. |
| A group of us after church one Sunday. (I'm the short one in front, with the braids.)
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The Basket was a great source of communication and entertainment. It hung from a string connected to our shutters down to our downstairs neighbors' (Kerry & Brienne) window. If we wanted their attention, we swung the basket against their window, and to get our attention they held the basket and swung our shutter closed. Many a dinner invitation passed that way, and quite a few more silly notes. The bottle of Bailey's came up or down more than once. And once we tried to send a spatula down, but the balance was wrong so it fell into the street and almost hit a passerby on the head! (At which we promptly ducked our heads back inside, leaving the passerby to wonder why it was raining spatulas!)
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| Jean-Luc was one of the many sometime inhabitants of the basket.
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