Personal Narrative-Mon Premier Jour En France

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Mon Premier Jour en France There I was, lost at the Notre Dame. Not having a clue where everyone else was. You’re probably wondering how I got in this situation. Let me start from the beginning. Ever since I was in sixth grade, I had been told that my French class would one day go to France on a trip. After years of waiting, the day had finally arrived. I was leaving for France! Our flight left at 4pm out of JFK and had a layover in Amsterdam which took about 8 hours. When we landed there the sun was rising, causing the sky to be pink and purple. It was beautiful. The actual flight to Paris took 45 minutes. Once we landed, we met our tour guide, David, and went straight to the hotel. After we got all situated, we made our way to the train station, where we would take a train to the city. When we were actually in the city and out of the train car, I was shocked. Everything was so beautiful and very exquisite looking. It was all so fancy. The buildings were designed beautifully. There were no skyscrapers in sight which was really nice. We then made our way to the Louvre, where we were told to get lunch and then meet up back here. My friends and I decided to go walk around a bit and go to a cute little café, in the heart of the city. We were by ourselves so we had to figure out on our own how to order in French. After we ate, …show more content…
At this point, all of us were in the church and were ready to leave. After we bought the candle, we went outside to meet up with the rest of the group, and were surprised to find out that they left. We were lost at the Notre Dame! None of our cell phones were working either so we couldn’t call to find out where they were. For about twenty minutes, we just laughed about how they left us and took a ton of photos. Fortunately, one of the teachers found us and brought us back to the group, who had gone to a

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