Day 54 (Monday) I woke up and really didn’t want to go to school in case it was that awful teacher from Friday, I didn’t feel enthusiastic about going in at all. I went in the hope that JC is back but it was the same shitty teacher – utterly useless – I read three sentences all morning – there was hardly any speaking and it was seriously boring. She was talking about the different standards of the French language such as academic, formal, informal, slang on so on – what’s the bloody point in that when I’m struggling to use the past bloody tense? Merve wasn’t feeling very well and was utterly pissed off with the whole thing and poor Michael was completely lost ; it was complete waste of three hours and none of us wanted to go back after break but we did and the rest of the morning was just as bad. I still don’t know the teacher’s name and I don’t really care! She is just winging it all the time, it is screamingly obvious to me as a language teacher that she has done no preparatio
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Day 53 (Sunday) Managed another lovely lie in but did feel a little bit guilty about wasting a morning, ah well, c’est la vie. We caught the train to Monaco and were astounded by the size of the station and even more shocked that there were no exit signs in either French or English so we stupidly followed the crowd and went up in a lift and found ourselves about 100m above the platforms. We knew we had to go down to sea level so we just crossed the road and headed towards the sea. It seemed to take forever and when we found ourselves in an underground tunnel for cars, we assumed we’d gone wrong somewhere but we soon found the old town. Our first stop was to walk up to the Royal Palace which involved a rather steep hike and it was very hot but we are both getting a bit fitter so it wasn’t too painful. When I lived in Villefranche before I used to go to Monaco to people watch and there were all sorts of rules about how to behave in this place. For example you are not allowed to wear