Je ne peux pas couds!!!!!!

Yesterday was our second excursion of the trip. We planned to go to the Eiffel Tower, but we got to school and it was raining, and didn't look like there was much sign of it stopping. So after trudging through the rain and becoming freezing cold, and getting slightly confused about where to go, we decided we were too cold we finally saw the Eiffel Tower, from a distance. We then decided as a group that going up the Eiffel Tower in that weather would be highly unpleasant, so we thought we'd go on a much nicer day! We walked back in the direction of the Champs-Elysees to regroup and decide what to do for the afternoon, and we had some very nice hot chocolate in the process! We walked back the the Champs-Elysees, where it was decided people wanted Maccas, and then we went over to L'Arc de Triomphe. It's really interesting. There's a fire always burning to commemorate the war (one of them!)

After this, the we decided spending an afternoon shopping would be much more fun than walking in the rain, so we went to the Boulevard Haussman where all the Grand Magasins are (big stores, like the famous department stores Galeries Lafayette and Printemps). So amazing for fellow shoppaholics like myself. But anyway, I spent much of the afternoon and much of my money on shopping....but it was totally worth it!

Apart from getting stuck in the loo, surprisingly enough I haven't really done too many stupid things (yet). But those who know me well know that I CANNOT sew. Like, I really can't. I think it's in my family. My mum detests it so much, and my dad can really only do buttons so we send all my school things and Guide badges to Grandma, or big things to the tailor. Yes, I'm a Guide and can't sew. I've just never learnt!

Sorry, so back on track! During the course of the day about 15 centimetres of my good thick black skivvy I was wearing came undone at the seam. So now I'm walking around Paris with a sleeve open halfway up my arm and feeling rather stupid. Chelsea leant me a safety pin, which helped but I new it needed to be sewn up. Though Chelsea offered to do it for me, I couldn't give her something I'd worn all day without washing it, so I figured I'd give it a go myself.

This was not the best idea

Apart from sticking myself with the needle many times, using all of the black thread Sophie had and having to used the undone thread from the sleeve itself, I ended up with a largeish hole where I'd sewn it badly right in the middle of the sleeve. Because I knew how badly I'd sewn it I just pulled the thread back and went over it - I ws not going to unpick black stitching! So after all of that, I put it in the wash, and once it's clean I think I might take Chelsea up on her offer after all!

Bisous,

Liv