Open. This was 8th grade. No one else in the group had been particularly wild about the Louvre, so I had come by myself, after hitting the Musee Rodin. My first real experience being on my own in a big city. I had forgotten to bring my passport, so I had paid full price to get in. And then I had accidentally left, not realizing that the two main wings were connected directly, so I was going to have to pay full price AGAIN. As I stood there by the enterance, deeply annoyed, a large school group came along. They were only slightly younger than me. Without really thinking about it, I joined the group, walked in with them, and split off immediately afterwords. I have no idea how I had the nerve. But it was completely From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, and I was highly pleased.
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