Graffiti

Paris is full of graffiti - Papa says it's Italian. I see it everywhere, and I wonder why Italians want to paint Paris like this ;-). I asked Papa why it's on walls, trains, inside tunnels, who writes graffiti, and if the graffiti were done with pens.

Papa said it was illegal, and that it was usually done by 15 year-old boys: those wanting to tag walls of the Paris Metro sneak into stations at closing time, and hide out in the passages. Then, with spray paint can in hand, they set to work.

We went to a restaurant for lunch, where there were pens put out, and the walls of the toilet were covered with graffiti. I had a go of it myself, and drew a car.

I'm a graffiti artist

Broken!

Grandma gave me a camera, which I took it to France on holiday. Papa tells me I have been on an aeroplane before, when I was little, but I don't remember it. Our flight was nearly cancelled because there was a big storm; this one was quite a long flight, and I ate lots of pretzels, drank orange juice and Coca-Cola. I heard my ears go 'pop', too.

I saw many Mercedes taxis on the way to our Paris lodging. We even rode in one.
We went to see Auntie Miranda, Christophe and Camille, and we stayed at their house in Compiègne. The next day, we went to the castle in the town. I don't understand why it didn't look like a castle; Papa explained that what makes it a castle is what it was built for. This one had big, big rooms, and was used by two kings and two emperors.

I was in the transport museum at the castle, taking pictures of cars and coaches, and I dropped my new camera. It would not stop beeping when I tried to switch it off. Now, the lens refuses to go back in.

The lens is stuck

I wanted to tell Grandma what happened, so I drew her a picture, which Papa promised to give to her when he got home.

"Broken camra"

29 June 2003

It's been a very hot weekend. Mummy, Papa and I were invited by some friends to their home for lunch today. They live outside Paris, so we had to take the train. I have a buggy borrowed from a friend, which made the voyage quite comfortable. It wasn't so much fun for Papa, who had to lift the buggy over the railings at the railway station.

It was a very hot day, and very sunny when we arrived. I met Luella, her husband Yves, and their daughter Mercedes, who is one year older than me. It's better at their place than in Paris, as the air is much cleaner, so we got to sit al fresco. I love their garden!

Unfortunately, I'm too young to crawl around. Anyway, I have to watch myself because the sun can do an awful lot of damage my tender skin. Whilst Papa was sunning himself in the garden, I snoozed away under the shade.