Sunday, 17 October 1999 On the second day we heard no word from our friend (despite our hurried visit to the internet café), so we got another room for the night in Paris and we decided that we would have to make some sort of executive decision the next day. We considered going to Belgium (why not?) or driving down to Tours, because my father thought the château might be near there, though he couldn't remember the name of the city it was in. yesterday   |   tomorrow another voyage: US trip '99 return to Rachel's Daily Diary rachel@cinemaspace.berkeley.edu

paper journal excerpt: "On the second day, Rachel et Papa awoke refreshed. They checked out and put their bags in the car. They drove to the neighborhood of the internet café and finally found parking. Rachel joked that the café might be closed, and it was, but a clerk at the bookstore next door said that it would open at noon. It was eleven. They found a café for breakfast. Rachel went up to one of the waiters: Rachel: Do you speak English? Waiter: No. Rachel: Il-y-a pommes de terre ici? Rachel: [There are potatoes here?] Waiter: You speak French? This exchange amused Rachel immensely, for she knew that it would make a good story."

random tidbit: The hôtel we stayed in this night was The Hôtel Luxembourg, which had the most charming vine covered courtyard. I borrowed some Scotch tape from the concierge, and when i asked him how to say it in French, he replied, "Le Scotch".