Today while dilly-dallying as I waited for the boyfriend to complete his visa paperwork, I decided to take a picture of the US Embassy because, as you can see, it is very pretty. I was then promptly rushed my three men in blue who were waving their hands in the air, and yelling at me, "Non, non, non." It was very alarming. I cannot remember if "le flic" (low level slang for police officer), spoke to me in English or French, but nevertheless, as he stood over me, he made it very clear that I was to delete the picture on the spot. Indeed, I had forgotten how to do so, but he waited quite patiently (laughing when I cited being American in an effort to demonstrate my innocence and U.S. of A. pride). When I showed him the next picture on my camera, some ritzy hotel next door, smiling he said, "C'est bon," and sauntered off. I decided to retreat to the nearby park to wait, so as not to arouse any more suspicion about my intentions. So, in case you were concerned, the US Embassy is very well guarded, and no pictures are allowed. Unless of course, you do a quick wikipedia search. Then you will find the photograph the heads this blog entry. But, admittedly, mine was a much closer shot, too close for comfort.
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