The third batch of analog Tweets. My French vocabulary grows daily, but my ability to hide the American accent dwindles along with it. The paranoia expressed yesterday is starting to fade. For me it’s understanding the French spoken to me that’s the hard part; I had wanted to spend some time watching French movies before we left, but they sit on the cue, unwatched, and I’m just stumbling around with the phrase book now. I also caved to peer pressure and bought three scarves. It really does help with my coatdress outfit.