Friday, October 31st: 9am
Wake up, put on whiskers, adjust black ears.
Running late. Take a Taxi to school.
At school: 10am
Monsieur Melin (the director of my school) pets my head, calls me the "le petit chat".
Walk into Grammaire Classe...
Half the class makes cat calls, the other half laughs.
...
Ellen and I didn't think it would be a big deal to dress as cats to school, but when we noticed there weren't any other students wearing a costume- we quickly remembered that the French don't celebrate Halloween.
At first it was slightly embarrassing, but after some dingbat accused me of being a mouse, I quickly owned my feline persona and responded in a very French sort of way:
"Je ne suis pas une souris. Je suis un chat."
(I am not a mouse, I am a cat).
Back at home, it's not very surprising to see people dressed up in their costumes. It's the norm.
But here. It's like Christmas.
The Frenchies were so incredibly delighted! Everyone would smile at us and sometimes they'd even meow. One school kid actually hissed at me.
I flashed him my teeth.
Maybe they were smirking *Oh look at the little Americans in their cat costumes* or maybe they didn't even notice us, but either way the people of Angers were smiling. I can honestly say that I have never seen the French people smile as much as I did on Halloween!
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