Sam Cox and I and Nina all sat together in the French class. They where good at French grammar and I at the speaking.
We went to Paris with the art class at A- levels ,aged 17, with our art and literature teachers , form King Edwards ,Lichfield, England.
All has changed so drastically since that I had to add where the trip started.
Sam and I had not seen in ages, spoken in years, but the Paris we had was our first Paris. Mine in any case. We explored Monmart , bought Paris boxer shorts for our boy firends back home and where charmed by the pot smoking class mate who was away there with us. Had a crush on him in Paris, we both decided, tonight a million years after. And got punished for the teachers catching him and the joint with us in the room, bad girls. haha. I forgot that part.
Sam is in Mexico tonight, and I am in Split ,and we where proper dear friends in England than, competing who could hold out longest against shawing ones legs.
But paris. Ah the old market with the second hand things. That was where I blew all the money ,coming back to England dressed like I was a 70s thing. There was feeding the famous delicious so called camembert to pigones because it was disgusting. And almost getting fine every time we sat on the grass of the French parks.
We spoke trough skype, Sam drinking water as she got some holiday poisoning in south mexico, and I the wine, painting her as we shared . Than we spoke some French just because.
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