April 20, 2006

Dear Alli,

Paris is so not all it is said to be. This Eiffel Tower construction is so boring! It's just a bunch of metal beams built up like children's building blocks. I wonder if it was created by a child.

And the people here are the rudest I have ever met! I swear, could not get service here if I was the Prime Ministress of this land,not that I would want to be anyways. Such a drag.

It certainly seems all of the people smoke these long cigarettes and don't even bother to shave their armpits or legs! It's terrible to see, and even more terrible to smell!

Ah, well, we are finally leaving tonight to travel back towards home. Father managed to get a messanger of our lands to catch up with Mother and I and send an apology note along with a lot of flowers and even some cute ribbons for me. It's sooo entertaining when he tries to pick out such things for me, but at least her tries.

She's calling again for me, overjoyed that Father has sent for her once more, so we are starting on our journey home. I cannot wait to get back and get away from both of them for a good long while.

Well, seems she has no patience this day. I must be off.

By My Hand,
Brianne A. Alcinoos