At some point towards the end of the trip we begin to run out of clothes, so we found a laundrette. We went a couple of doors down to a tiny little shop and purchased something labelled 'Javel' that we thought was fabric softener, in one of those little 250mL squishy packets. Once we poured it into the machine, however, it smelled very much like bleach. We then decided that it probably was bleach and got our clothes the hell out of there. Using Til's lipstick we wrote an out of order sign in English, to which I inarticulately added 'Javel!' in the hope that that would help. Then Til remembered how to say 'it is not working'.
For our last day in Paris, we planned to take a picnic to the Palace of Versailles. Unfortunately it was a disaster. It'd been remarkably clement up till this point, blazing everyday, and we'd been wasting it inside at the museums. We really should've saved one of the museums for a rainy day and taken advantage of the sun while it was there. We didn't really know how to get to Versailles, and we kind of got lost. We were on a train we thought was taking us there, but then there was an announcement in French and it stopped and everyone got off and I was wearing shorts and thongs and FREEZING so we just decided to turn back.
We ended up eating our picnic on the train back. Because we'd been picnicking almost every meal, we were forever in need of cutlery. There was this one supermarket up the road which had a torn open packet of plastic knives in it, so I kept stealing them out of there. We ended up calling them Subtle Knives because of the subtle manner in which I'd taken them.