My return!

Here I am back in France. I have so many things to tell, I'm sure I won't remember everything! But I'd like to share some stories and feelings.


Stories:

My nose… not that there's anything out of the ordinary about my nose, but the Chinese would always be stopping me in the street and make me understand that they thought I had a very pretty nose. The interpreter explained that the Chinese tend to think that the French have big noses! After that, it was a piece of cake to negotiate prices, for example! I showed them my pretty nose to get them to lower the prices of what I wanted to buy and it worked! What a laugh!

The Chinese are funny, sometimes you get the impression they've never left their village. On the streets, they always wanted to look at our eyes and see what colour they were. They really dig green and blue eyes. And guess what… I have green eyes! It was awkward sometimes, but we had no choice but to have a laugh along with them and let them take pictures of us.