She lives in a very old farmhouse with her mom (who is a farmer) and brother (who is studying agriculture)--they would have fit in back home. Now when I say old I mean probably 18th or 19th century old. Most of the town has been abandoned because the airport is very close to it and many people couldn't stand the noise. You can read more about the town here. By the way, the top two pictures in the article are really close to Alienor's house, which is right across the street from the church.
The inside of the house was really cool because the wallpaper on the walls looked to be really really old and if you weren't looking for doors they would sometimes blend in with the rest of the walls. Alienor opened a door on the staircase that I had thought was part of the wall, revealing a hallway leading to four bedrooms. I felt like I was entering Narnia. Or a TARDIS (It's bigger on the inside!).
I felt very comfortable there because it was a farm; and no matter what country it is in, a farm is a farm is a farm. It was interesting how it was set up. Basically, the house was attached to several other buildings forming an L-shaped courtyard where tractors and other machinery could work. There were two gates to the property (that I saw)--one was in a small space between buildings, and the other was next to the house.
I didn't take pictures because I felt that it would be very rude. So, you all will just have to make due with my descriptions and pictures of places that look similar.
The sun was starting to set when we got to Paris, so we only had time to visit the Louvre (once again, we didn't go inside), Notre Dame, and the Opera House that day. I had not realized how enormous the Louvre is. Yes, I had heard that you could be in there for a week and not see everything, but I've been in the Chicago Museum of Art, which does not seem that large on the outside but requires several visits to appreciate. However, seven or eight of the Chicago Museums could fit into the Louvre--the building just seemed to stretch foreeeeeever.
There was one extremely large flaw in Ken's rule...no one was eating. All the French people were just sitting at the restaurants chatting and drinking coffee. We later found out that the French eat dinner at about eight or nine, and we were wanting to eat at six or seven. In fact, the majority of the restaurants weren't even open.
Here is another quirk: when going to Paris do not expect to eat a lot French food unless you plan on going to high-end restaurants. What?! Well, the French usually prepare three meals a day, so when they go out to eat they want food they can't make at home. Japanese food is very popular there. Ken and I ate at a Japanese restaurant (pretty much the only place we saw people eating) and he told me the cooks were actually Chinese because they were speaking Cantonese. So, it really tasted more like Chinese food, but it was still good.
Okay, that is all for the first day. I am going to combine most of the sight-seeing stuff together so that I can get to more interesting posts...I have a surprise coming up for you!