Hi. I’m Amélie. I’m eleven years old and French. Michael C is my godfather. He’s cool, but he’s always writing about all this political and polemical stuff. But I think he should write some nice and gentle posts from time to time.

That’s why I got his password to your site. He thought I wasn’t looking. But I was. (I’m a girl. Normal).

I mean, it’s all very well changing the world and all that, but I don’t really care. I personally think that the most important thing going on right now is “Who stole my i-pod?” That’s very important, because my mother is giving me hell about it right now!! Who cares about what you adults call the “Geopolitical Game”? But I understand you. And, but, you don’t know my mother!!!

Anyway, I like nice lights and Lyon and Michael taking me out shopping for my xmas present. We like to buy my xmas present together. We do that every year. He IS cool for that, I have to admit.

So here’s a few pictures that he took today, in downtown Lyon. They are shown here in chronological* order. (* he told me that this means in the order they were taken, but you never know with him!)

The one above is of a tree with lights strung around it. It was taken just after we got off the subway. I thought it would be boring, but, because he takes his photos with a mobile, he had beginner’s luck with the light effects.

Then we walked down a long avenue with no clothes shops that I liked. He said we had no choice because he had to withdraw cash and buy a pack of tobacco and that that was the quickest way. (Adults are SO weird!!)

Anyway, we finally got to the middle of downtown, and this is what we saw. This is a picture of the Ferris Wheel in Bellecour Square. It’s ok, but it turns round too slowly. I know, because I went on a better one in Disneyland.

So then we went to lots of other shops, but I didn’t (I’m a girl, remember) find what I wanted. But I was happy to see this carousel. Michael says he took me on it when I was two. (I don’t remember, but it was nice of him anyway).

I hate clothes. I mean I love them. Why doesn’t anyone make them in my size, my colour and with a black instead of a silver belt buckle? Why is “S” size different from one shop to the next? And I wish Michael would stop giving me advice.

This is a fountain. I remember him and a girlfriend of his (where is she now?) letting me sit in there during the 2004 heatwave. I wouldn’t like to do that now though, because it’s freezing!!

After that, we stopped to eat pancakes because I got so seriously hungry I could have died!! (Oh, and why do adults always complain about slow service when I’M hungry?!!)

Then we got into a lovely street with all the most beautiful shops you could imagine!!

But, even in the more expensive places, (I have to give it to him, he didn’t let it show that he was horrified by the price tags...well, not TOO much) I still couldn’t find what I was looking for.

Anyway, even I got tired after a while (and I got very fed up that no-one makes clothes for ME) so, I must admit, I started whining a little and I began to feel STARVING!!!!! (Yes, again).

So Michael took me here, and we ate good pizza, went back to his place, and I will surely be sleeping when you read these words. We must have walked twenty kilometres!!!

You know something? Michael C is my godfather. He’s not perfect, but I love him anyway. He is cool with me. I mean, I don’t know any man that would accompany me for a five-hour shopping session!! Everyone says I’m insufferable except him. AND, he taught me my first english swear words.

That’s why he’s strange, but that’s why I love him too

And,

That’s why I’d better get off his page before he notices I’m on it.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Amélie G

(Please don’t tell him you read this, because if you do he will surely...ummmmm... (Oh, what the hell (he says that often) he will surely just go nuclear as usual, but, and I know, he calms down when you offer him a biscuit..........)

Amélie. Again.

(And for those of you who may want to know what was I looking for, well, it was just a simple, black, knee-low winter coat with a matching belt. And Michael says I’m OVER-DEMANDING???!!!)