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My name is Sylvie the Snake, and I am heading to Nepal to spend time in an Orphanage. It takes a long time to travel to Nepal, so I’m visiting France first, where I’ll meet my new friends before starting my journey. I wanted to drive the car, a very nice Peugeot, but so tiny…The problem is that here they drive on the right and since I am left-handed it was rather difficult to change gears
Marie-The is looking after me and showed me round her home. She introduced me to Mr Troll, the keeper of the balcony.
Marie-Thé took me to a fundraiser for the orphanage and I was honoured to be introduced to Pasang Lama the President of Keta Keti Avenir, which is a French charity working to build a new orphanage in Kathmandu, Nepal.
He is a very kind person but with a strange sense of humour : he pretended I wasn’t a snake but a wireless microphone!
We also ate some Nepalese food. I tasted the dishes before everyone so I could tell my French friends if they were any good or not.
The next morning, we went out to explore the town where Marie-Thé. We had a look at a statue which she loves, called Ousmane-Sow.
I managed to open the lock on the canal linking the River Rhine to River Rhône to help this poor boat which was lost.
On the River Doubs, there was a boat doing Le Tour de France using just canals and rivers before getting to the sea.
I had fun looking at the street art.
You’re allowed to graffiti on this wall. I gave it a go, but I don’t think I’m very good at it.
In the background, you can see the St John’s Cathedral.
And suddenly I was in heaven! A street with lots of people and creatures just like me!
I’m made of wool too, but I didn’t know I would meet brothers and sisters in Besançon.
I’ll have to try to find more of my friends while I’m here.
Sight-seeing is tiring! So we had a break at this cafe.
The owner of the café was pleased when my French friend showed him the photo and told him that he would be famous in England very soon.
Here’s the house where Victor Hugo was born. He was a very important and famous writer in France.
And here’s Jouffroy d’Abbans, another famous french person who came from Besançon.
We crossed the bridge and you could see a lot of the town- the languages centre, one of the big schools in the town, Lycée Pasteur, and the River Doubs.
I found some more of my friends! These ones I found in a secret passage. There were decorations all over the railings, pipes- anywhere they could wrap wool!
I had a great time at the media centre- I shot a film using the Lumière Brothers’ very own camera which is really a very rare privilege.
They invented the cinema in 1895 and were also born in Besançon. So many famous people come from here!
The poor gardener who’s watering the flowers hasn’t seen that a cheeky boy is putting his foot on the hosepipe… And then when he goes to check why the water isn’t working, the boy takes his foot off and he gets soaked!
This was the first film ever shot and shown in the history of the cinema, entitled L’arroseur arrosé.
On our final day in Besançon, I spent a lovely few hours at a bookshop: I met Petit Ours Brun (Little Brown Bear) and we had a very intellectual conversation….
…. then I played with some strange but funny guys…
My favourite game is definitely Chien Pourri which means Rotten dog.
The best book I bought is ‘Tout le monde fait caca’ which means Everybody has a poo, even The Loch Ness monster! But I was not in the book which made me sad.
This is the end of the first part of my story, but don’t worry, I’ll be back telling you more of my adventures with some new friends! Thank you Marie-Thé for showing me around Besançon!