That’s what they say here a lot. It means hello or good day. They also say merci and then they say a million other things that I don’t have a chance of understanding. It’s really difficult. I know I’ve been studying French at school, but what you need in school and what you need in Paris are two very different things. My parents are crazy about being here in Paris, but they are worse in the language than I am and sometimes it leads to trouble. For example, today Dad thought he was getting lamb for lunch, but ended up with a tongue sandwich. Ugh. He won’t make that mistake again. We’ve been to the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre and we’ve traveled everywhere on the Metro, which is what they call the subway. In fact, we’ve done more traveling on the Metro than we planned since Mom got confused about which train we were supposed to take. None of us likes being lost! Lisa tapped her pen on the paper, trying to think how she could tell her friends about her trip. Some of the things she was doing were interesting, and she wanted them to know that.
