I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to compete with Dan Saboe’s crazy stories from the Dominican Republic, and my adventures seem to be markedly less impactful than his adventure promises to be, but I have managed to have some of my own this weekend that merit a retelling. With the help of the organizational prowess of another English assistant and the fun- and life- loving spirit of my fellow teammates, I embarked on a Paris-wide scavenger hunt–or, chasse de trésor as we had to explain to so many baffled Parisians. The goal of this scavenger hunt was, naturally, to win. Teams accumulated points by finding specific locations across the city and engaging in potentially embarrassing activites with strangers in very public places.
Over the course of six hours we managed to take pictures and videos of ourselves dancing with strangers on the Pont Neuf, doing the Macarena to the up-beat jams of an aging dixie band in front of Saint Germain-des-Prés, belting out Supercalifragialisticexpialadocious in front of a crowded movie theater, singing La Marseillaise while hanging upside down in a little park off of the Champs-Elysées, and staging a mock Kung Fu fight in front of a prestigious hotel. We walked a stranger’s dog, pretended to be mannequins in a store window, replicated the pose of Saint Michael slaying Lucifer in front of the statue/fountain at Place Saint-Michel, convinced a French child to sing Frère Jacques for us, dug the previous day’s Metro Journal out of a trashcan, crammed all five of us into a phone booth, and staged a miniature game of tag in the Odéon metro station. It’s safe to say that we drew some stares, curious glances, and incredulous eyebrow raises, but we were on a mission and their stares, glances, and eyebrows couldn’t hurt us.
Our team photo eloquently encapsulates the esprit du jour. It was a day to remember–a day of glory for these braves soldats.