I am standing in Le Louvre. The most popular and amazing museum in the history of museums. Despite the packs of tourists, it is eerily quiet in here. People are speaking in hushed voices, like they’re in a church. Everything is so gold and ornate.
At the moment, I’m desperately trying to get a look at the big cheese herself. The Mona Lisa painting. Are you there, Mona? I can’t tell. Because all I can see are other people’s heads.
I’ve been standing here for ten minutes waiting for some space to clear up, but no go. Wait, wait, wait . . .
I just got a glimpse!
Honestly? She’s not that attractive.
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A Nice Fling is Hard to Find
Teen FictionLindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep...
