"Mark," Mr. Harrison whispered. "Please stop drawing horses."
"It is historical accuracy!" Mark whispered back. "Horses were the cars of the past!"
The bell rang.
Alex handed in his paper.
"Good luck tonight," Mr. Harrison said. "Paris is lovely this time of year."
"If we win," Alex said.
"If you lose, you can always visit the Louvre," Mr. Harrison smiled. "Although I suspect Mark would try to eat the Mona Lisa."
"He would try to race her," Alex said.
They walked out.
Milo was waiting in the car park.
Milo was wearing a beret, a striped shirt, and a string of onions around his neck. He was riding a bicycle with a basket full of baguettes.
"OOH LA LA!" Milo shouted. "I AM THE FRENCHMAN! ALEX! I AM SELLING ONION SOUP! IT MAKES YOU CRY! BUT IT IS TASTY!"
"Milo, you are a stereotype," Alex laughed.
"I AM A CULTURAL AMBASSADOR!" Milo yelled, pedaling in circles. "ALSO, I AM SELLING TICKETS TO THE EIFFEL TOWER! DISCOUNT PRICE! ONLY ONE THOUSAND EUROS!"
