A Parisian, Jean-Philippe, who used to be my classmate, put me up. When I got to the station where we arranged to meet, he was waiting there for me. It was after 10o’clock in the evening but thankfully I was able to have dinner with his family. Then, while we were having a conversation, I gave him an English book : Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, who was an English. I hoped the novel would be helpful to keep up his English. Fortunately he looked very pleased to be given it so I was also as happy as him.
On Saturday morning, I had a typical French breakfast with Fresh croissant which he bought that morning even though it was raining. In the afternoon, we went to Gallery Lafayette. In there, I tried to find some French berets, like the one Jean-Philippe wore almost everyday while he was in Hastings. However, I couldn’t find any so I had to ask him where they were. In the end he bought one and gave it to me as a present. Actually I was over the moon but I was too shy to say how I was happy at that time.
On Sunday, he gave me a lift by motorbike which he had made to the station. The motorbike was in a magazine with him. It was all so exciting because it was the first time I rode a motorbike. Moreover, who can ride a motorbike in a foreign city such as Paris. Unfortunately, that emotion lasted only a minute. The time which we had to say goodbye again was coming. I was so sad that I was weeping at the station. He said “Never mind. We can keep in touch forever, can’t we?” Yes, I hope so. I wish I could see him and his family some day in Seoul.