For the next week, The Big KL will be known as Le Grand KL, as I head off to Paris for vacation. Chatting with veterans of the Parisian tourist set, I'm persistently warned to watch out for gypsies, who are always seeking foreign pockets to pick. This led me to wonder if Europeans who come to NY for the first time are told the same thing by their amis (French for "friends") , to watch out for agresseurs ("muggers"). So we'll see if my New York know-how can compete with Paris' prestigious pick-pockets. With a little help from my pants with secret pockets in the crotch. (Just kidding. I stopped wearing those after high school.) Over the next few days before my departure, I'll be brushing up on my accents for the limited French I know (basically, croissant and je ne sais quoi, which I doubt can be used in every day conversation unfortunately), and pretending that I'm Canadian, as I hear they don't particularly favor the Americans over there. Japanese tourist was another option, although the height and the uncanny ability to speak un-accented English may blow my cover.
So au revoir, mes amis, and I'll update with tales and learnings when I return, eh?
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