So late one night Ray, Rodney, Greg, Anoop, and I decided to get a bite to eat. We walked out of the hotel and crossed the street. As we were walking down the block, a French policeman walked up to us and started saying something that we did not understand. We continued walking, but it seemed as if the policeman was adamant about getting his point across to us. He took out his nightstick and motioned us up against the wall. We had no idea what was going on. He made us turn around and put our hands up against the wall, like we had done something wrong. The policeman asked us what language we spoke, we told him English. That didn't really help us very much. After about 5 minutes of us up against the wall, two undercover policeman came walking down the street holding a man in custody. After a brief talk with the undercovers, the policeman let us go on our way. At that point, we were all so confused, but still hungry. We don't really know what exactly happened to us, but my guess is that someone reported a robbery and the police were looking for a group of 5 guys. Since they saw us, the most likely assumed that we were the culprits. We were lucky that the undercovers found the actual culprit, or we might still be in Paris to this day!!!!
