Two Truths and a Lie: The Bucket List

Sunrise: 8:48
Vocab: classeur - binder

We'll start with a recap this time. (I've bolded the new stuff just for the sake of clarity...and variety.)

- Issue an Edict
- Go to a Discothèque (boite de nuit)
- Visit the Machines de l'Ile (comrades of the Elephant)
- Go swimming in the Place Royal fountain
- Go bus-hopping
- Soirée costard/robe de soirée dans un endroit incongrue (Trans: Classy dress for dinner at a relatively un-classy restaurant)
- Shop at the Christmas Market and take photos of the decorations
- Buy a striped shirt and a beret while laughing French-ly
- Ne pas respecter les bonnes manières à table (Trans: I think this one is clear...time to toss all my etiquette training to the wind)
- Take a photo of that violin guy
- Try absinthe
- Replicate Rimbaudian debauchery
- Learn a Georges Brassens song
- Get tea at La Cigale (a classy restaurant across from the Opera at Place Graslin)
- Placer le mot "levres" une vingtaine de fois au cours d'un repas (Trans: Say the word "lips" at least twenty times over the course of a meal)
- Try escargot
- Go on a mooning spree (definitely not my idea...)
- Free hugs in Place Royal!
- Fill the rest of my notebook {still in progress}

So, there you have it. Looking good, right? Well, I guess I have a little explaining to do. I have to admit, I had absolutely no ideas for a good edict, even though I was keen to turn out some witty historical parody. I started jotting in my notebook, but to no avail, so I'm going out on a limb on this one: there is a very special binder in my room, chock full of useful information about Nantes, passed down between host "daughters." Since Marie's first student, girls have been adding useful tidbits about life in Nantes, and yesterday, I finished writing my installment. I added four pages to the binder, and, well, seeing as the original Edict of Nantes was a fourfold document, I figure it's close enough. In other good news, my worthless scribblings in my notebook have gotten me that much closer to finishing it. For your reading pleasure:

Edict of Nantes 2.0
Let it be known that the penner of this document does not know exactly what an edict is for. However, with the knowledge that the original Edict of Nantes was a fourfold document, we will construct this 21st Century Edict in much the same fashion, holding this introductory digressive disclaimer as the first part.

Yeah...I know...

So, the next two items (boite and soirée costard) go together. Last night, Angèle and I had plans to go to Le Temps d'Amier, a gay discothèque in Nantes, so I donned my cutest dress and finally put to use the pepto-bismal pink purse I bought at the beginning of the semester (specifically for discothèquing). We met at Angèle's house and I brought a tupperware full of cookies I'd made earlier that day for Marie...thus began the soirée costard. Black-tie cookies and cocktails in Angèle's tiny student apartment. Some other friends came by to hang out and before we knew it, it was well after midnight, the guitars had come out, and all the buses had stopped running. We never made it to the discothèque, but this brings me to my next item: with all the singing and guitar playing going on, how could I not take advantage of the opportunity to learn and sing a Georges Brassens song?! Oh, and right, I crossed off discothèque because...well...I think this is kind of a "thought that counts" situation.

PLUS, today I did something extra...it wasn't on the list but it should have been. I went ice skating next to the cathedral with Angèle and then we headed over to La Cigale to warm up with some tea. Evidence:


A little patinoire action.




Yes! We're inside!