I got to Briançon from Nice all right, although I very nearly had to sleep on the street again. The train arrived at 9:30 at night, and the address I had for CVM was only a technical address, not an actual place. After walking two villages over looking for the place, I flagged down a guy in a truck who was kind enough to drive me back to the police station in Briançon. From the police I got the number of the CVM project manager, Therese, and was able to meet her in the Old City.
There are no other kids in the program at the moment. It's just me and Therese living in an old Franciscan convent. Therese is nice. A little bipolar, but nothing compared to Madame Chamayou. These past few days we've been working on the tour schedule for the Fort des Salettes and the Château de la Cité, two forts from the eighteenth century. I've been translating documents so I'll be able to give the tours in French and English.
The scenery here is absolutely beyond belief. You'd just have to be here to experience it. I've been trying to upload pictures, but I'm at McDonalds using the WiFi and it's just too slow. Evil capitalists and their French lackeys. Hatethemhatethemhatethemhatethem.
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