Today

Today I had my first official French lesson. I had gone to a group lesson before, but I feel like I need more. I am happy about that. The room where the teacher holds the class is like a psychiatrist office, not that I would know.
I learned the word for bear today...it's almost un pronounceable...un ours.
I also learned that the French don't care how you get some where...like, you wouldn't say I am driving home...they don't care. ...you just say that you returned or are returning home.
After the class, I went to the group class in Valbonne. I had a nasty slip before I entered the English Bookstore, where the class is held. I had on a hunter green corduroy dress that came to just above my knees with boots. I landed right on my left knee, but luckily I stopped myself from making it worse...
I came into the class dripping blood.
In the class, we had to tell the story of what we did over the weekend...each day...and we had to tell a lie. ( mensonge) then...we each had to ask each other a question about the weekend,,,and then we had to say what we though was a lie.
For me, I said that I had stayed in a flea boat hotel in Aulla Italy and that the man in the room next to me came out in a "Le Smoking" ( tuxedo) and bow tie. ( noeud papillon.) the man asked me if I spoke German and I said no.

They all believed that that was the truth, but that was my mensonge.

After the class, I spied a little tent and some tools. There were 2 police municipal giving a sort of clinic for the car lights...front and rear. They also looked at your windshield wipers. I cued up and when it was my turn, I misinterpreted  how they wanted me to get my car into the little tent. No!No! Madame....the angle was too tight, I tried to back in...no, no! The officer came up to the window and I stalled the car out. Finally we got the car under he tent and they went to work.
None of us could figure out how to get the hood of the car open. We looked a good long time. The car was fine...
When I drove back from Italy, I think I was confusing parking lights from regular lights. I thought my lights were really low, when, I really didn't have them on at all.
Dumb.
The police were very nice, even though the people don't like the municipal police. I spoke french and did my best. I am the type of person that...even though. I did nothing wrong, I think that perhaps I did and I was nervous about talking to the police. I had had my fathers buck knife in the car, until the car broke down...what if that's illegal ? What if my lights were so faulty, they would give me a ticket or would not let me take the car. I can thank my Mother for always making me feel as though I am doing something wrong.
The police didn't even ask me for my license.
Did they see my skinned knee? Very embarrassing.
Essuie-glace de pare-brise ( windshield wiper)
Headlights.   Phare
Capot de voiture.  ...car hood