Flirting at Fountainebleau

Once upon a time, in the year two thousand, a group of Alaskan tourists went to visit the chateau at Fountainebleau. One particular 16 year old girl wasn’t feeling well and asked if she could sit outside in the summer weather to rest. Taking her friend’s walkman in hand, this young lady sat in the peaceful gardens until fully reposed; at which point the music mix became spastic and exciting, and this young lady started to dance and skip around the gardens. Twirling up and down walkways and tap dancing up the stairs was quite exhausting, and the girl sat to take a breather on a small cement bench.
Seeing the escapade of this obviously ecstatic young female tourist, the French gardener on his John Deere mower drove up to the bench to have a little chat, IN FRENCH. “Bonjour! Ca va? Are you a tourist from Sweden,” he flattered the girl. “Plan on staying at the castle long? Oh, that’s too bad because this little town can be quite the party in the evenings. Au Revoir.” Satisfied with her flirtatious French conversation and the minutes of sitting, the girl returned to dancing in the summer wind.
In honor of this petite histoire, here is an arabesque picture of me on THE very bench. No flirting with gardeners occurred on this blustery winter day. Instead I discovered the local teen hang out in Avon where I bought myself the best French Bacon Cheeseburger ever and cheap too!