Georgie and ButterCup continue to explore Paris together. . .
17/06/15 11:03
Good evening, everybody! Or, as the French say, "Bonsoir, tout le monde!"
Well, It's been a beeeeautiful day here in Paris (France). Fleur had to go to back to work today, so it's just been ButterCup and me, by ourselves, exploring Paris and enjoying the sights. That was a lot of fun, except that ButterCup made me wear a beret she bought me yesterday when she and Fleur de Bee went shopping together.
I guess I hafta admit that I look amazingly debonaire (that's French for "debonaire", in case you didn't know that). She showed me how to wear that thing properly, but when I do that, it smushes down one of my antennae and makes me feel kinda lop-sided. (Does anybody else feel lop-sided when you're wearing a beret?)
Anyway, after I got used to that thing, I must say that I started feeling like I fit right in around here. To look at me now, nobody would ever know that I'm not actually French. I figure that as long as I don't talk, they'll never bee the wiser.
Around lunch time today, we were passing a by bunch of Humans sitting around at tables outside a small café. As we were passing by, we noticed this one couple who were sitting there speaking English as they enjoyed what apparently was a highly romantic lunch. ButterCup suggested that we buzz around them at their table to say "hi" and see what they were having for lunch. (It looked delicious, whatever it was, especially that red nectar there were sipping on.) Well, let me tell you: almost as soon as we got near them, they started yelling at us and trying to swat us away. The guy almost caught ButterCup right in the face as he was waving his hands around frantically, but luckily, she's very agile and was able to avoid beeing smacked around.
We got out of there as fast as we could.
I just hafta say this: Now that we've been here in Paris for the past six days or so, it's true what they say about the Americans in Paris: they are very rude. Also, they evidently don't appreciate bees.
After that rather unpleasant experience, we decided to spend the rest of the afternoon in a nearby meadow where there were a lot of Humans strolliing around, sitting on benches just staring at things, and where all the flowers were grouped together by colour and pollen-type. I must say, the French meadows are incredibly well-tended and organised. The flowers there were not only well-organised, but they were very pretty and amazingly delicious. I think I'm really starting to enjoy French food.
So, both ButterCup and I are starting to feel a bit worn out after all this relaxing in Paris, so we're thinking about staying in tonight and watching some TV. (I watched it last night. I guess it was okay, but everybody was speaking French, so I really didn't understand what was going on. Hopefully tonight, we'll bee able to find a channel that at least has subtitles in Bee.)
Well, we're heading off for supper again pretty soon, so I need to get ready. ButterCup says she knows a place to eat that's in a charming, little alleyway right beehind a nearby MacDiddles, so I think we're just gonna pick up something there. I hope it's good. I'm starving.
I hope everybody has a indescribably festive day! I'll see ya' later!
Well, It's been a beeeeautiful day here in Paris (France). Fleur had to go to back to work today, so it's just been ButterCup and me, by ourselves, exploring Paris and enjoying the sights. That was a lot of fun, except that ButterCup made me wear a beret she bought me yesterday when she and Fleur de Bee went shopping together.
I guess I hafta admit that I look amazingly debonaire (that's French for "debonaire", in case you didn't know that). She showed me how to wear that thing properly, but when I do that, it smushes down one of my antennae and makes me feel kinda lop-sided. (Does anybody else feel lop-sided when you're wearing a beret?)
Anyway, after I got used to that thing, I must say that I started feeling like I fit right in around here. To look at me now, nobody would ever know that I'm not actually French. I figure that as long as I don't talk, they'll never bee the wiser.
Around lunch time today, we were passing a by bunch of Humans sitting around at tables outside a small café. As we were passing by, we noticed this one couple who were sitting there speaking English as they enjoyed what apparently was a highly romantic lunch. ButterCup suggested that we buzz around them at their table to say "hi" and see what they were having for lunch. (It looked delicious, whatever it was, especially that red nectar there were sipping on.) Well, let me tell you: almost as soon as we got near them, they started yelling at us and trying to swat us away. The guy almost caught ButterCup right in the face as he was waving his hands around frantically, but luckily, she's very agile and was able to avoid beeing smacked around.
We got out of there as fast as we could.
I just hafta say this: Now that we've been here in Paris for the past six days or so, it's true what they say about the Americans in Paris: they are very rude. Also, they evidently don't appreciate bees.
After that rather unpleasant experience, we decided to spend the rest of the afternoon in a nearby meadow where there were a lot of Humans strolliing around, sitting on benches just staring at things, and where all the flowers were grouped together by colour and pollen-type. I must say, the French meadows are incredibly well-tended and organised. The flowers there were not only well-organised, but they were very pretty and amazingly delicious. I think I'm really starting to enjoy French food.
So, both ButterCup and I are starting to feel a bit worn out after all this relaxing in Paris, so we're thinking about staying in tonight and watching some TV. (I watched it last night. I guess it was okay, but everybody was speaking French, so I really didn't understand what was going on. Hopefully tonight, we'll bee able to find a channel that at least has subtitles in Bee.)
Well, we're heading off for supper again pretty soon, so I need to get ready. ButterCup says she knows a place to eat that's in a charming, little alleyway right beehind a nearby MacDiddles, so I think we're just gonna pick up something there. I hope it's good. I'm starving.
I hope everybody has a indescribably festive day! I'll see ya' later!