We decide to take a horse-drawn carriage up to the castle rather than walk in the rain. As soon as we sit down the carriage guy starts putting tarps on the sides of the carriage to ensure that we won’t see anything. In the end he moves us to the front sit where I sit next to an elderly French man whose waist is the size of my arm. We carry on a lovely conversation which consists of me pointing to things like the horse’s butt and saying the word in French. My 8th grade French allows me to say about 4 things and conjugate some verbs. I am just getting through “marcher” when we pull up to our destination.
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