Day 6. Part 1. Continued.
We had just missed Belle & Beast so we decided to wait around France for them to come back out. I was on a mission to get a picture of the Beauty & The Beast stained glass windows. We found them and Marc took my picture in front of them. Mission Accomplished. I loved the library that the windows were in.
We headed over to one of the French Food Shops and found some lights on our way.
I can't remember the name of where we went for our French Snack, but we split a croissant. I let Marc pick and out of those yummy goodies he picks a flipping croissant. Oh well.
While we were sitting down to eat, I noticed that in the picture of me with the Windows, you couldn't see anything so we trudged back to them.
We must have took about 50 pictures of me in front of the gosh darned windows before we got the settings right. I would mess with the setting, hand it to Marc, he would take the picture, I would look, mess with the settings and so on and so on. Boo! Finally it worked, I couldn't give up after the 50th try. They are probably some of my least favorite photos from the trip. Figures, huh? I won't bore you with a bazillion pictures of me and the dark windows.
We made our way over to the Belle & Beast greeting area. Taking more pictures of course.
There was one group waiting. We probably waited another 5 or so minutes for Belle to come out. While in line we were talking with a lady about lines for characters and such. We started discussing "those" people who hold up the line while trying to find their photopass cards, and taking a lot of shots with multiple arrangements of people and so on and so on. She was a very nice lady and it was a nice conversation. Remember that.
Belle comes out. The first group goes and it's our turn next. I turn to Marc and ask him where the Photopass card is. He insists that I have it. I have no pockets and I know it's not in the bag. I know Marc had it. Marc says that I have it. I tell him that I know he has it. Of course, in a not nice tone. He tells me I have it in a not nice tone. We stare at each other. Belle stares at us. The photopass photographer stares at us. Everyone is staring at us as we look for our card. So finally a light bulb goes off and I realize I am doing EXACTLY what I was just talking about with the nice lady behind us, I just ask the photopass photographer for a new card.

Talk about embarrassing! This is why they say Karma is a boomerang. It comes back to get you.
So we exit the line, we start our argument over again about the photopass card. He swears I have it, I swear he has it.
Marc and I continue to say not nice things to each other. Not our finest Disney moment, people. Marc walks away. Into another country. Just leaves me in France all by my lonesome and jets to Morocco!
While he leaves me in France, I am looking frantically all over for the card. I am tearing through our bag, I am patting my pants like I really have pockets in them and then it dawns on me.
Who had it?
Do you know?
Yep. You guessed it.
I had the photopass card.
While we were taking the first round of too dark Beauty & The Beast Window pictures, Marc had the card in his hand. I took it from him when I gave him the camera. While I was posing for the picture, I had it in my hand. I didn't want it in the picture so I did what any other woman would do.
I stuffed it down my shirt.
And forgot it was there.
Now, I am not in the practice of stuffing things down my shirt so I completely forgot it was down there. I feel really bad. I had forgotten that Marc had handed me the card.
I run over to Morocco and catch up to Marc and tell him I found the card. At this point, I am smiling and laughing and ready to poke fun at myself. Not Marc. He's not happy. He thinks I made a scene and he's embarrassed. I apologize, he apologizes and he's in a slightly better mood. Phew. Crisis averted. Hissy fit spanning two countries is over. And yes, we were THOSE people. I can live with that.
Coming up....
Morocco!
More World Showcase treats.