I was in Paris, visiting a friend. He was telling me that there was this certain metro stop he had never been too, so we went there. It ended up being right in front of Notre Dame. (note: there is no actual metro stop in that spot)
We get out and then played around in front of Notre Dame. Some girl is taking pictures of us. Then, we see some of his friends. I introduce myself to one of them.
"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Hannah."
"Vous êtes américaine?
"Oui."
Then he begins to speak rapidly, in French, to me. I have no idea what he is saying. I begin to laugh.
"Je ne comprends pas."
Then I awoke....
