If you can fill in the above movie title, then you will know from whence I am writing. 
No Gene Kelly running around yet, though.
It’s quite a new experience to be in a country where everyone speaks a language that is not your own–indeed, which you can hardly understand! I don’t think I’d call it a particularly comfortable experience, but rest assured that I am coping–and, better yet, I will soon have a friend who can help translate my broken speech. No more time for aught else, though. Just know that I am well, rested, and safe. Be seeing you!
Just always preface your lack of French with a sheepish apology that you don’t speak it, and you’ll be fine.
Make sure you go see the Eiffel Tower when it sparkles!
Paris is one of my favorite places…and for the second time in a week, I’m jealous that someone I know is there.
I too must guess Paris. Have fun!