Bonjour

Hi peoples,
I'm Kirsten's brother, Mitchell. From now on, I will be blogging on this blog also:

Yesterday, we went to Notre Dame. I really liked the detail and statues on the outside of the church. There were kings of Judah, apostles of Jesus, and other famous people from the Bible that were on the walls of Notre Dame. Unfortunately, we didn't get to go to the top where the belfry was because it had already closed by the time we were through touring the first floor of the church.

On the way home, the most funny/awkward thing happened. We had chosen to ride the subway home, and my family and I were standing next to this "stoic" (as Kirsten called her) looking French lady. Well, for most of the transit, Kirsten and I had been almost falling and had been laughing alot, but this lady just stood there like she was a statue. Her expressions didn't change much, and I had felt bad for her that she was stuck between all of us. Then, when the metro train jerked one time, this little French lady, also fell. I'm pretty sure she caught herself though. I wanted to ask her if she was alright, but then my dad asked her the question in English as he tried to stifle a laugh. After seeing this, I thought she would laugh too, but no. She just got back into her statue-like position and said nothing. This was all I could take. I burst into laughter (which I'm sure, she hated me for) and couldn't stop. I wasn't really laughing at her for almost falling to the ground. I was laughing because, after looking stoic and angry at us for falling and laughing, she, herself, fell too. It made it worse that she didn't laugh, but tried to regain her sullen composure. I must have laughed for five minutes at least. I turned away from her and tried not to let her see my face. Every time I thought I was done laughing, I turned to look at Kirsten or the lady, and burst out laughing again. The lady moved away from us, at the first chance she could get, after a seat opened up. I hope she doesn't hate Americans now.