Comme une vièrge

I referenced Madonna today in class. It was the best (and worst) analogy I could think of at the time. It was too late before I realized what I had done.

There have been a few other instances where I have unintentionally done some pretty funny things. An example: yesterday we went to the Conciergerie, which during the French Revolution housed prisoners awaiting the guillotine. (Marie Antoinette y compris, une femme qui je fait beaucoup de récherche dans mon cours de l'histoire le semestre dernière.) In order to visit the musée, you must enter through the librarie that had a sensor at its entrance. Following the others, I walked through.

Beep!

Merde. I had set off the sensor. The lady at the cashier took my purse, tried to desensitize it, and told me to walk back in and out again. Encore une fois, I had upset the sensor. She shook her head at me, muttering something under her breath, and told me to go ahead. After we finished our tour of the musée, we had to walk back through the same librarie and that same difficult sensor. This time the lady was on the phone when all of my friends walked out the sortie. Knowing that I would again set off the sensor, I waited a few moments for her. Yet impatient, I walked back out through the sensor to capture her attention.

Beep!

Immediately she looked up and saw that it was me. Aggravated, but understanding, she let me pass with a grimace and a nod. But I'm sure that I would have been guillotinée if it were 1789 instead of 2009.