French-tard: a person who does not know how to speak French and does not know the standard customs/manners of the country. Example of use: While ordering in English at a restaurant: "Sorry, we are a couple of french-tards. Could we have some water please?"
OK, they earned their keep at our place just from that word alone.
So, The McNiehs arrived on Thursday and we were able to hang out with them all this weekend. We started Saturday with the Rodin Museum and they posed for me. VOILA:
Then, we shopped for a lunch on Rue Cler and had a picnic in front of Les Invalides:
It was delicious until the over-aggressive bees of this season started flying away with bits of our roasted chicken. We were fine with the 2 that kept coming back. But then they told their friends and 5 more showed up. Nice try Mother Nature!Brian and Ryan threw the frisbee back and forth while Renee and I chatted away. Just like old times!
We had planned to visit Napoleon's tomb and the War Museum...but Renee/Ryan didn't seem TOO interested in that idea so we opted out and walked over to Champs des Mars to see le Tour Eiffel:
Then we dined on takeout cassoulet for dinner while watching Eurotrip. Nice, I know.Today, we ventured out to Versailles with them. While they toured the chateau, we wandered around the gardens:
And were there to see the fountain displays, which must have been cool in the 1800's because they certainly weren't that cool in the parlance of our times. Michael at least had fun feeding the ducks:
And that was the end of our day! Ryan has been wearing his pedometer and it read 12000 steps today. That's roughly 6 miles.Not too shabby! We are enjoying eating and hanging out with our friends. I don't think any of us have felt HUNGER since they arrived.
