Stories From France, The Castle Story, Part VI (the end)

So those are my stories from my job as a castle tour guide. (If you haven't read them, they are: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V.) I have many more stories from that summer. But the highlights included:

I gave a personal tour to the American ambassador, his wife (George Bush's cousin), and their bodyguards.

Me w/the ambassador + wife. Don't ask me what I'm wearing. It looks like a pink bullet-proof vest.

I cursed in front of a group of children. Okay it wasn't like the F-word or anything, but I said "dégueulasse" (gross) instead of "dégoûtant" (disgusting) and got told off by the teachers, and then had to hear the kids repeating the bad word and giggling for the rest of the tour. I guess it would be the equivalent of saying "fart" in front of forty 6-year-olds. I swear: I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS A BAD WORD!!!

Children gathering in the castle courtyard for my tour, as I prepare to corrupt their little minds

I called the VIP castle director "tu" instead of "vous" in front of the mayor.


I ran an experiment in the castle staff room where I put a box of high-quality chocolate next to a bag of M&Ms and timed how fast it took for the rest of the staff to eat them. (This was at the request of my blog followers. The M&Ms won.)

The chocolate challenge

And lots of other mishaps and hi-jinks…

BUT I ALSO

Translated all of the room cards into English and
Did the historical research for the objects in the Sacred Arts room, which was translated into four different languages and is still there to THIS VERY DAY.

So in the end, everyone was happy. Especially me when it was FINALLY OVER. Want to see?

Me on my last day as castle tour guide