- "What?" because of all the things that get lost in translation.
Here are a few of the exchanges that might amuse you:
Host Parents' Son: (upon meeting me at the train station): Est-ce que vous cherchez un taxi? (Are you looking for a taxi?)
Miki: (deer-in-headlights stare)
Host Parents' Son's Wife: (nudges husband with elbow)
HPS: Vous êtes Miki?
Guy on street: De quel pays êtes-vous? (What country are you from?)
Miki: Des Etats-Unis. (The United States)
Guy on street: Non - de quel pays êtes-vous?
Miki: Des Etats-Unis.
Host Mom: (To this day, I wonder what she said.)
Miki: Oui
Host Mom: (laughs really hard) Tu a dis oui! (You said yes!)
Miki: Nous sommes fini! (We're finished!)
California friend: (in English) Don't say that! It means we're dead!
Miki: Oh. Nous avons fini! (We finished!)
And my personal favorite:
Miki: "Quel type de films aimez-vous?" (What kinds of movies do you like?)
Guy on Train: "Quel type de femmes j'aime?" (You're asking what kinds of women I like?)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Repas
- meal, because they're certainly different here than they are in the States.
Different types of food, I was certainly expecting. However, I didn't realized how structured dinner would be every night. This includes nights in which people have been working late and are tired. So without further ado, this is how the typical French dinner is eaten:
Aperitif (A drink of some kind before the meal. This can range from wine to juice.)
Appetizer (Some food to get you started.)
Main Course (I'm sure this doesn't need an explanation.)
Salad (If it wasn't served in one of the previous courses.)
Cheese (Every night!)
Dessert (Usually fruit or yogurt.)
Depending on the occasion, you can add or subtract courses to make it more or less fancy. On the first night when I was with my family, there were two appetizers not counting the bread basket and I made the mistake of getting full before the main course arrived. Also, dessert can become more sweet if there is a reason to celebrate, or a guest is over. For example, on my host parents' brother's anniversary, we had this homemade peach ice cream that was absolutely delicious.
Oh, and if you were ever told that French people eat slowly, that was a lie. The meals take a while because they're structured, but I am almost always the last to finish, which compels me to hurry up because the rest of them can't move onto the next course until I'm done. But then again, perhaps what makes me slow is that it takes me that much more concentration to participate in a conversation.
Different types of food, I was certainly expecting. However, I didn't realized how structured dinner would be every night. This includes nights in which people have been working late and are tired. So without further ado, this is how the typical French dinner is eaten:
Aperitif (A drink of some kind before the meal. This can range from wine to juice.)
Appetizer (Some food to get you started.)
Main Course (I'm sure this doesn't need an explanation.)
Salad (If it wasn't served in one of the previous courses.)
Cheese (Every night!)
Dessert (Usually fruit or yogurt.)
Depending on the occasion, you can add or subtract courses to make it more or less fancy. On the first night when I was with my family, there were two appetizers not counting the bread basket and I made the mistake of getting full before the main course arrived. Also, dessert can become more sweet if there is a reason to celebrate, or a guest is over. For example, on my host parents' brother's anniversary, we had this homemade peach ice cream that was absolutely delicious.
Oh, and if you were ever told that French people eat slowly, that was a lie. The meals take a while because they're structured, but I am almost always the last to finish, which compels me to hurry up because the rest of them can't move onto the next course until I'm done. But then again, perhaps what makes me slow is that it takes me that much more concentration to participate in a conversation.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sourire
- to smile, because I pretty much had a permanent one on my face the night I arrived in Paris.
Yes, that's right: Paris.
Eeeeee! Words can't describe how excited I was to actually visit the Paris for the first time. I mean, it's Paris! Like the real one! The actual city! The one you see featured in photographs, movies, and books! That Paris! So naturally, since I had only two days to explore all of Paris, I had to do as much as I could!
The first night as fancy dinner night. Right after meeting my friends at the train station (they'd arrived in Paris before me) I dropped my backpack off at the hotel, tossed on a dress, and ate creamy, cheesy pasta at a restaurant they'd found at Champs-Élysées. At one moment during dinner, the waiter told me I had good French... in English. I wasn't sure what to make of this specific instance of being Englished.
After dinner, we rushed to the Seine (the real Seine!) and caught the last boat tour, which took us up and down the river. The boat ride was fantastic - not only was exhilarating to see so many of Paris's attractions lit up at nighttime, but we could see many Parisians as well! Apparently that night was a holiday of sorts in France, so many Parisians young and old were out to party! Many of them were in groups next to the Seine (these were mainly the younger ones) and they waved and shouted greetings as we went by. They were all in such a celebratory mood, and I was so happy to be in Paris, that it was impossible not to be happy then.
The next morning, before we met the rest of the group, I was able to see a couple of buildings that made me happy, since they were very close to our youth hostel. One was Le café des 2 Moulins, which is famous for being the cafe in which Amelie was filmed. The other was the Moulin Rouge, from the film which shares its name.
Once we met up with the rest of the group, we went to the one place that absolutely everyone has to go: the Eiffel Tower. Even though I knew it was tall, I was taken aback by just how large the structure was. Of course, I got an even better appreciation of its size when I was climbing its stairs. I only made it to the second level, but I can now officially say I've seen the Eiffel Tower (the real one!) with my own eyes.
After the Eiffel Tower came the Louvre, another place which was much bigger than I'd expected. There was so much to see inside, that I didn't get to see it all even though I admired most of them only for a few seconds. I did get to see the Mona Lisa (the real one!), but I think my favorite pieces inside were this statue:
...and Napoleon's apartment.
After resting for a couple hours in a nearby park (we were pretty pooped by that point), we decided to get Vietnamese food for dinner. This led us to Paris's Chinatown, where we explored for a while before finally deciding which phở looked the best. The main difference I noticed between Paris's Chinatown and the Chinatowns I've visited in the States is that Paris's is much cleaner. I didn't take a picture here, I'm afraid, although I did see a drink I recognized and was amused to see French writing on it.
The next morning, we tried to see the Paris catacombs. Unfortunately they were closed, so we visited a nearby cemetery instead. I didn't know most of the people, but I did see a couple names I recognized - perhaps they will sound familiar to you as well.
Yes, that's right: Paris.
Eeeeee! Words can't describe how excited I was to actually visit the Paris for the first time. I mean, it's Paris! Like the real one! The actual city! The one you see featured in photographs, movies, and books! That Paris! So naturally, since I had only two days to explore all of Paris, I had to do as much as I could!
The first night as fancy dinner night. Right after meeting my friends at the train station (they'd arrived in Paris before me) I dropped my backpack off at the hotel, tossed on a dress, and ate creamy, cheesy pasta at a restaurant they'd found at Champs-Élysées. At one moment during dinner, the waiter told me I had good French... in English. I wasn't sure what to make of this specific instance of being Englished.
After dinner, we rushed to the Seine (the real Seine!) and caught the last boat tour, which took us up and down the river. The boat ride was fantastic - not only was exhilarating to see so many of Paris's attractions lit up at nighttime, but we could see many Parisians as well! Apparently that night was a holiday of sorts in France, so many Parisians young and old were out to party! Many of them were in groups next to the Seine (these were mainly the younger ones) and they waved and shouted greetings as we went by. They were all in such a celebratory mood, and I was so happy to be in Paris, that it was impossible not to be happy then.
The next morning, before we met the rest of the group, I was able to see a couple of buildings that made me happy, since they were very close to our youth hostel. One was Le café des 2 Moulins, which is famous for being the cafe in which Amelie was filmed. The other was the Moulin Rouge, from the film which shares its name.
Once we met up with the rest of the group, we went to the one place that absolutely everyone has to go: the Eiffel Tower. Even though I knew it was tall, I was taken aback by just how large the structure was. Of course, I got an even better appreciation of its size when I was climbing its stairs. I only made it to the second level, but I can now officially say I've seen the Eiffel Tower (the real one!) with my own eyes.
After the Eiffel Tower came the Louvre, another place which was much bigger than I'd expected. There was so much to see inside, that I didn't get to see it all even though I admired most of them only for a few seconds. I did get to see the Mona Lisa (the real one!), but I think my favorite pieces inside were this statue:
...and Napoleon's apartment.
After resting for a couple hours in a nearby park (we were pretty pooped by that point), we decided to get Vietnamese food for dinner. This led us to Paris's Chinatown, where we explored for a while before finally deciding which phở looked the best. The main difference I noticed between Paris's Chinatown and the Chinatowns I've visited in the States is that Paris's is much cleaner. I didn't take a picture here, I'm afraid, although I did see a drink I recognized and was amused to see French writing on it.
The next morning, we tried to see the Paris catacombs. Unfortunately they were closed, so we visited a nearby cemetery instead. I didn't know most of the people, but I did see a couple names I recognized - perhaps they will sound familiar to you as well.
Jean Paul Sartre
Simone de Beauvoir
In short, Paris was marvelous and wonderful and now that I have visited, I wish to return at least once (twice? three times?) in my life. Though I was only there for two short days, I feel I know enough to be able to say "Paris, je t'aime."
Friday, September 17, 2010
Vache
- cow, because the spotting of one never made me this excited until now.
Right, so if you remember from a couple weeks ago, I posted a picture of a colorful vache and said there was a bit of a story behind it. Well, here it is. When we, the UC students, explored downtown Bordeaux for the first time, we were amused to see a life-sized, artistically decorated vache right next to this gorgeous cathedral. This vache, in fact:
Then as we continued to explore Bordeaux, we saw another one... and another one. It turns out that Bordeaux was in the middle of hosting what is called the Cow Parade, which is an art/charity event that has happened in several cities since 1999. The idea behind the event is that they distribute these ginormous cows to local artists, the artists decorate the cows however they want, and the city displays the cows in public places for a few weeks before they are auctioned off to raise money for charity. Apparently they've raised a ton of money for charity this way, so it seems like a good, if eccentric, fundraiser.
However as newcomers to Bordeaux, we saw the vaches as a source of fun and entertainment. Since the vaches were in public places, they were clearly going to be in places that we were going to visit! Therefore, I made it my mission to take a picture of every vache that I saw, with the faint hope of getting all 60 before they were taken down. Well I didn't get all 60, but here are some of my favorites!
Right, so if you remember from a couple weeks ago, I posted a picture of a colorful vache and said there was a bit of a story behind it. Well, here it is. When we, the UC students, explored downtown Bordeaux for the first time, we were amused to see a life-sized, artistically decorated vache right next to this gorgeous cathedral. This vache, in fact:
Then as we continued to explore Bordeaux, we saw another one... and another one. It turns out that Bordeaux was in the middle of hosting what is called the Cow Parade, which is an art/charity event that has happened in several cities since 1999. The idea behind the event is that they distribute these ginormous cows to local artists, the artists decorate the cows however they want, and the city displays the cows in public places for a few weeks before they are auctioned off to raise money for charity. Apparently they've raised a ton of money for charity this way, so it seems like a good, if eccentric, fundraiser.
However as newcomers to Bordeaux, we saw the vaches as a source of fun and entertainment. Since the vaches were in public places, they were clearly going to be in places that we were going to visit! Therefore, I made it my mission to take a picture of every vache that I saw, with the faint hope of getting all 60 before they were taken down. Well I didn't get all 60, but here are some of my favorites!
Four Seasons Vache
(spring and winter are on the other side)
California Vache
Vache on stilts
And my absolute favorite...
Drowning Vache
I didn't manage to get all 60, but I'm pretty sure I have pictures of over thirty of these, and there were about five or so that I failed to get a picture of for some reason or another. All of them were creative and unique, so it was difficult to pick just four favorites! But if you want to my stash of vache pictures, just let me know. :)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Campagne
- countryside, because wow, it was beautiful.
But I don't need to talk about it, because a picture is worth a thousand words, right? So here's four thousand words worth of information that will sum up where I spent last weekend. Keep in mind that I'm not a very good photographer, so imagine what's in the pictures, only ten times prettier.
Gorgeous, right?
But I don't need to talk about it, because a picture is worth a thousand words, right? So here's four thousand words worth of information that will sum up where I spent last weekend. Keep in mind that I'm not a very good photographer, so imagine what's in the pictures, only ten times prettier.
Gorgeous, right?
Monday, September 13, 2010
Famille
- family, because the days of looking at the paper and wondering are over!
And since my days of wondering are over, yours will be too! My home stay family is super nice, a fact for which I am naturally very thankful. They're an older couple with three grown children, so they are used to living with people at about my age. Also, since they've hosted multiple foreign exchange students in the past, they are very good about speaking to me in only French, except to occasionally translate singular words.
I believe my host father speaks English, since he often supplies the English word for words I'm not sure about without the use of my dictionary, which I carry around everywhere. He has a garden in the country, and was quick to tell me which fruits and vegetables he grew himself. I don't blame him - they were really really tasty vegetables, especially the tomatoes.
My host mother is very artistically gifted - many of the porcelain cups and vases around the house were painted by her, and I often saw her embroidering a cloth which would later become the back of a cushioned wooden chair. All of them look professional, and I never would have guessed that they were done as a hobby had I not been told.
Both my host mother and father are very traditional, so I got to learn a lot about French etiquette. I think it amuses them that I often watch what they do first before I proceed at the dinner table. They definitely encourage my learning about the French language and culture, and they are both extremely nice and attentive. I think it's going to be a fun three months.
And since my days of wondering are over, yours will be too! My home stay family is super nice, a fact for which I am naturally very thankful. They're an older couple with three grown children, so they are used to living with people at about my age. Also, since they've hosted multiple foreign exchange students in the past, they are very good about speaking to me in only French, except to occasionally translate singular words.
I believe my host father speaks English, since he often supplies the English word for words I'm not sure about without the use of my dictionary, which I carry around everywhere. He has a garden in the country, and was quick to tell me which fruits and vegetables he grew himself. I don't blame him - they were really really tasty vegetables, especially the tomatoes.
My host mother is very artistically gifted - many of the porcelain cups and vases around the house were painted by her, and I often saw her embroidering a cloth which would later become the back of a cushioned wooden chair. All of them look professional, and I never would have guessed that they were done as a hobby had I not been told.
Both my host mother and father are very traditional, so I got to learn a lot about French etiquette. I think it amuses them that I often watch what they do first before I proceed at the dinner table. They definitely encourage my learning about the French language and culture, and they are both extremely nice and attentive. I think it's going to be a fun three months.
Bisou-Bisou
- that French kissy-kissy cheek thing. You know the one.
I did my first one! It was with my program director (Joelle) and internally I was like 'YES this is so French!' Apparently when you bisou-bisou in Bordeaux, the cheeks touch, but the lips never touch the cheek. You still make a bit of a smoochy-sound, though. You learn new things every day, huh?
I did my first one! It was with my program director (Joelle) and internally I was like 'YES this is so French!' Apparently when you bisou-bisou in Bordeaux, the cheeks touch, but the lips never touch the cheek. You still make a bit of a smoochy-sound, though. You learn new things every day, huh?
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Logement
- housing, because I just found out who my host stay family is!
No, I haven't actually met them yet, but the people running the EAP program gave us papers that each respective host stay family had filled out, stating their names, contact information, and a little information about their households. The entire room cheered when the time finally came to pass them out, and of course, all of us UC students immediately devoured the writing and tried to figure out the most we could out of what little was written.
The first hurdle to pass was actually not the language, but the handwriting. I was lucky enough to have a questionnaire which was mostly typed, but even I had trouble with the short note that was written on the bottom which (I think) ended up saying that I should pack a small bag for going to the pool this weekend. Others, though, had papers that were entirely written in messy handwriting, and we spent a lot of time squinting over those.
The second hurdle to pass was, predictably, the language. This part was actually pretty easy for the most part, since the questionnaire was simple and the vocabulary easy. One group of three pondered over the word "chasse" which was written under hobbies, wondering which of the many dictionary-definitions it meant. (Apparently I was right when I said 'hunting,' because it seems a more likely hobby than treasure hunting, snow plowing, or toilet flushing.)
After figuring out exactly what the papers said came trying to make the most of the information that was there. One friend had a paper that said 'chats' (cats) and wondered if they had two or fifty. Another friend who lived extremely close to campus actually went to walk surreptitiously by the place so she could see what it looked like. Most of us didn't go that far, but we did google-map the addresses, making due use of street view and comparing distances to the nearest tram stops. It's amusing to me how far we'll go to get this information, even though we'll find out in a few short days! It just goes to show, never underestimate the combined power of curiosity and the internet.
Oh, and for those of you that are curious, here is what I know: I will apparently be living with an older, non-smoking couple that doesn't have pets but does have Wifi. They like to go to the movies, play bridge, and take walks in their spare time, and would not have liked to harbor a vegetarian for four months. For more information, please ask after Friday.
No, I haven't actually met them yet, but the people running the EAP program gave us papers that each respective host stay family had filled out, stating their names, contact information, and a little information about their households. The entire room cheered when the time finally came to pass them out, and of course, all of us UC students immediately devoured the writing and tried to figure out the most we could out of what little was written.
The first hurdle to pass was actually not the language, but the handwriting. I was lucky enough to have a questionnaire which was mostly typed, but even I had trouble with the short note that was written on the bottom which (I think) ended up saying that I should pack a small bag for going to the pool this weekend. Others, though, had papers that were entirely written in messy handwriting, and we spent a lot of time squinting over those.
The second hurdle to pass was, predictably, the language. This part was actually pretty easy for the most part, since the questionnaire was simple and the vocabulary easy. One group of three pondered over the word "chasse" which was written under hobbies, wondering which of the many dictionary-definitions it meant. (Apparently I was right when I said 'hunting,' because it seems a more likely hobby than treasure hunting, snow plowing, or toilet flushing.)
After figuring out exactly what the papers said came trying to make the most of the information that was there. One friend had a paper that said 'chats' (cats) and wondered if they had two or fifty. Another friend who lived extremely close to campus actually went to walk surreptitiously by the place so she could see what it looked like. Most of us didn't go that far, but we did google-map the addresses, making due use of street view and comparing distances to the nearest tram stops. It's amusing to me how far we'll go to get this information, even though we'll find out in a few short days! It just goes to show, never underestimate the combined power of curiosity and the internet.
Oh, and for those of you that are curious, here is what I know: I will apparently be living with an older, non-smoking couple that doesn't have pets but does have Wifi. They like to go to the movies, play bridge, and take walks in their spare time, and would not have liked to harbor a vegetarian for four months. For more information, please ask after Friday.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Aujourd'hui
- today, because it was such a good day.
And just to reiterate, today was so nice. We went to the farmer's market, picked up some food, and all went to the park and ate it. Since there were a bunch of us, we had a lot of variety - different types of breads, cheeses, meats, and fruit. Many were things we love to eat, but spoil quickly, so it was a great chance for us to share our booty and take advantage of the types of food that ordinarily require a refrigerator. The day was beautiful, the company was good, and I think everyone should have at least one day like this.
And just to reiterate, today was so nice. We went to the farmer's market, picked up some food, and all went to the park and ate it. Since there were a bunch of us, we had a lot of variety - different types of breads, cheeses, meats, and fruit. Many were things we love to eat, but spoil quickly, so it was a great chance for us to share our booty and take advantage of the types of food that ordinarily require a refrigerator. The day was beautiful, the company was good, and I think everyone should have at least one day like this.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Dégustation
- tasting, because the word comes up surprisingly often, particularly when one is visiting France.
Ah, well it appears it's been a few days since I've last written, so I shall attempt to cover multiple events in one blitzkrieg of a post. I assure you - writing about multiple sojourns in one post is an example is an example of efficiency - it is in no way the product of my negligence of this blog.
All right, so Thursday after class, all of the UC students were loaded onto two buses for our second excursion of the semester. First, we disembarked at a chateau which was surrounded on all sides by large expanses of vineyards. After listening to a talk on Bordelais wine, how it is made, and why it is unique from all the other wines of the world (as you likely already know, Bordeaux is VERY proud of its wine), we partook in a wine dégustation, or tasting. The wine I had here was the tastiest I've ever had, but that is probably because it was a dessert wine, and therefore the sweetest wine I've ever tasted. What can I say? I'm no connoisseur, and I like my sweet foods.
After we the dégustation, we visited the house of a French writer who is apparently quite well known in Bordeaux. I don't remember his name, but according to the tour guide, he wrote novels about his childhood in Bordeaux. His house was very elegant on the inside, and there weren't cloth railings to stop us from getting too close to their furniture, like there usually are in the United States.
Friday night, my UC friends and I decided to spend the evening the way many young Bordelais appear to do. After eating our dinner family-style, we took our beverages of choice and sat out at a grassy area overlooking the Garrone, the river running through Bordeaux. It was very pretty, very fun, and I kinda wish I had a guitar with me, so we could really be like the other groups that were sitting in the same area!
And since we've only been in Bordeaux for about a week and a half, we still had more of the city to explore the next morning. First we stopped by a farmers market, which was MUCH bigger than the one we saw last week. It was so fun to walk around, and the flower stands there were beautiful and fresh. I'm rather fond of flowers and plants, so I couldn't resist taking a picture.
After checking out this farmers market, we went to what we'd actually intended to be our destination - the flea market. The flea market was huge too, and was fun to explore. Just looking around, you could see why the French always dress nicely - even the flea market was full of cute clothes! I'm afraid I forgot to take a picture of the flea market, so here's a picture of something else I saw that day instead!
And there is a story behind this cow, but I shall tell it at a later date. :)
Ah, well it appears it's been a few days since I've last written, so I shall attempt to cover multiple events in one blitzkrieg of a post. I assure you - writing about multiple sojourns in one post is an example is an example of efficiency - it is in no way the product of my negligence of this blog.
All right, so Thursday after class, all of the UC students were loaded onto two buses for our second excursion of the semester. First, we disembarked at a chateau which was surrounded on all sides by large expanses of vineyards. After listening to a talk on Bordelais wine, how it is made, and why it is unique from all the other wines of the world (as you likely already know, Bordeaux is VERY proud of its wine), we partook in a wine dégustation, or tasting. The wine I had here was the tastiest I've ever had, but that is probably because it was a dessert wine, and therefore the sweetest wine I've ever tasted. What can I say? I'm no connoisseur, and I like my sweet foods.
After we the dégustation, we visited the house of a French writer who is apparently quite well known in Bordeaux. I don't remember his name, but according to the tour guide, he wrote novels about his childhood in Bordeaux. His house was very elegant on the inside, and there weren't cloth railings to stop us from getting too close to their furniture, like there usually are in the United States.
Friday night, my UC friends and I decided to spend the evening the way many young Bordelais appear to do. After eating our dinner family-style, we took our beverages of choice and sat out at a grassy area overlooking the Garrone, the river running through Bordeaux. It was very pretty, very fun, and I kinda wish I had a guitar with me, so we could really be like the other groups that were sitting in the same area!
And since we've only been in Bordeaux for about a week and a half, we still had more of the city to explore the next morning. First we stopped by a farmers market, which was MUCH bigger than the one we saw last week. It was so fun to walk around, and the flower stands there were beautiful and fresh. I'm rather fond of flowers and plants, so I couldn't resist taking a picture.
After checking out this farmers market, we went to what we'd actually intended to be our destination - the flea market. The flea market was huge too, and was fun to explore. Just looking around, you could see why the French always dress nicely - even the flea market was full of cute clothes! I'm afraid I forgot to take a picture of the flea market, so here's a picture of something else I saw that day instead!
And there is a story behind this cow, but I shall tell it at a later date. :)
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Ecole
- school, because it's started for me.
Well, not school-school, like classes at the university, but my UC Intensive Language Program began a few days ago. For all the people that told me I didn't need to review before I left, I have never been so glad that I didn't listen to you. I have so much to learn and get used to even though I practically have my grammar book memorized. I find listening particularly difficult, because someone says something for a moment, and then the information is gone. In class, we listen to recordings multiple times, but it's still much easier to understand once the transcription is passed out.
In other news, I think I found the largest grocery store I've ever been in. It's called Auchan, it's three stories high, and each floor is enormous. When I first walked in, my mind was blown by the sheer size of the place. Then I fell in love with the restaurant inside that sells ice cream cones for a euro. Seeing as the ice cream places around town averaged at about 2.50 Euros (yes, I checked prices when I walked around), I was extraordinarily pleased by this discovery.
Well, not school-school, like classes at the university, but my UC Intensive Language Program began a few days ago. For all the people that told me I didn't need to review before I left, I have never been so glad that I didn't listen to you. I have so much to learn and get used to even though I practically have my grammar book memorized. I find listening particularly difficult, because someone says something for a moment, and then the information is gone. In class, we listen to recordings multiple times, but it's still much easier to understand once the transcription is passed out.
In other news, I think I found the largest grocery store I've ever been in. It's called Auchan, it's three stories high, and each floor is enormous. When I first walked in, my mind was blown by the sheer size of the place. Then I fell in love with the restaurant inside that sells ice cream cones for a euro. Seeing as the ice cream places around town averaged at about 2.50 Euros (yes, I checked prices when I walked around), I was extraordinarily pleased by this discovery.
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