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<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:06:03 UTC</pubDate>
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                    <title>Seriously hating Paris right now</title>
                    <description>So I hate you know everything today I hate Paris the French France the French the dog shit in the street the French the French fucking football team The French ummmmmmmm oh and the Fucking French So on Monday I went to class saw lsquoThe Breakuprsquo with the American girls which was good and then walked around Monpanasse looking for a place to have passport photos taken for </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-70223.html</link>
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                    <title>Le weekend</title>
                    <description>Ok so this weekend was really great cause Sue was here. On Saturday we woke up and there was one of the great weekend markets setting up outside the hotel which was pretty. Full of all the wonderful fresh summer fruit and fresh flowers mmmmmmmm. Mum and Maisy had been invited to chez Lauferon  for lunch so I had to hightail it home to have a shower buy champagne blah blah not to mention the fact</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-70222.html</link>
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                    <title>Musee Quay Branley</title>
                    <description>Hey every one. Friday was great. Mum and I had lunch in the Place des Vosges then went for a bit of a shop in the stinky heat  and then went for a big of a shin dig at the Aust Embassy .We were there to celebrate the opening of the Quay Branley Museum and I wonrsquot bore you with what that is. Chances are if you donrsquot know you donrsquot wanna know. There was a smoking ceremony in the dr</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-70214.html</link>
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                    <title>Sue's Here</title>
                    <description>Wednesday 21st June 2006. Sue arrives in Paris Yay No class because itrsquos a Fete de la Musique  and itrsquos like a holiday. A friend of mine from class Ayesha decided to go to the Marais where shersquos staying and have a look at some of the free concerts going on have lunch chill out etc etc. We need to buy the entertainment guide to Paris  and so head off in search of a news ag</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-68703.html</link>
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                    <title>Back to Reality</title>
                    <description>lsquoWhat No It canrsquot be Irsquove only been asleep for 20 minutesrsquo My exact thoughts as I woke up at 645 on Monday morning. Needlesstosay I didnrsquot actually get up until 710 but when I did I wasnrsquot happy about it. lsquoBloody volersrsquo  I thought as I had a shower. Bastards By a strange quirk of fate the Australian Embassy is literally 100m from where I </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-68701.html</link>
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                    <title>Cordon Bleu Heaven</title>
                    <description>Hi again mes amisSo having arrived home at 400am on Friday morning having been robbed I had to get up at 700 and make my way to Le Cordon Bleu for my market tour and demonstration cooking class with master chef Patrick Terrien . We left for the market at 900 but not before having a breakfast of croissants  OJ coffee and loud Americans. We caught the metro to the market  and the chef bought m</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-68692.html</link>
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                    <title>My Bag Was Stolen</title>
                    <description>Well as I think you can tell from the heading of this entry my bag got stolen. It happened last night at that party  I went to with Romain. We left the house and got the metro to the Tour Eiffel. The night did not begin well. We had forgotten the bottle opener it was raining  and freezing and Romain didnrsquot know where the group we were meeting was and didnrsquot really have anyonersquos </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-67706.html</link>
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                    <title>Summer is here..kind of</title>
                    <description>So on Tuesday I went to class on the super humid Metro and struggled through the super hard grammar and the humidity in the classroom before being let outside to play at 1230. I had seen a great Boulangerie just down the road from Alliance Franaise that I really wanted to try for lunch so I dragged a few of the others along for the ride and boy were they glad they came. The bakery was full to bu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-66750.html</link>
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                    <title>Back to class</title>
                    <description>Monday in class was ohhhhhhhhh so much better for me. I wasn't feeling like I was going to die and could concentrate on what was going on. The level Irsquom in is much more difficult. The Anatole speaks so quickly and all his words merge into one and bien sur all the explanations are in French . Needlesstosay itrsquos much much better than the first class I was in and Irsquom much happie</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-66677.html</link>
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                    <title>Grimper  to climb</title>
                    <description>So on Sunday the climbing club had one of their annual trips to a climbing park in France and I was invited. Alison and I had decided to provide some Aussie deserts for everyonersquos enjoyment. She claimed ANZAC biscuits and so I thought I might make mini meringues with a dollop of cream and some chopped fruit for kind of mini Pavlovashellipperfect for a hot sunny summers day picnic. On Satur</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-66675.html</link>
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                    <title>Put me out of my misery</title>
                    <description>Thursday dawned and with it the undeniable urge to throw up. I was so sick lsquooh godrsquo I thought lsquojust put me out of my miseryrsquo But no It was my first day of my new level and I was determined to go and make a good impression. I arrived at 823  and no one was there. lsquoGood Irsquom not latersquo I was pleased with my nerdlyness and determined that this was how I wou</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-66673.html</link>
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                    <title>Back to school</title>
                    <description>Irsquom sorry itrsquos been so long since I wrote Wow time has just flown byMy first day at Alliance Franaise was great interesting. My class had about 14 ppl in it and there were 2 other Aussies  one being Kate who I really liked. We played a little name game in French first where everyone introduced themselves and said what country they were from. It was interesting getting to know you s</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-66672.html</link>
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                    <title>Le weekend</title>
                    <description>Anna and I wanted to go to some flea markets and do some exploring on Saturday so I met her in the 20th Arr where shersquos staying with friends of her parents for the 6 months shersquos at Alliance at Nation and we walked through the weekend food market. Fabienne loves mangos so I bought her one I also got a bag of cherries for the family to add to the fruit plate  and a bag of sweet littl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-64414.html</link>
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                    <title>Sleep off the Jet lag</title>
                    <description>And so Friday morning rolls around and after 12 hrs sleep Irsquom ready to begin my new life in Paris. After a long and luxurious shower I lazily go up stairs for a tres Franaise breakfast of Chocolate cake and a big bowl of coffee. When I get back downstairs I meet Amaia  for the first time. Shersquos so nice and she speaks really good English like Romain and to a lesser extent Fabienne. We </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/-le-de-France/Vanves/blog-64413.html</link>
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