We went to a store that sold dresses. People gave us strange looks. Then again, we were the strange ones, here. We tried to make it as quick and average as possible, but we couldn't help it that people stared. I thought the shopkeeper was so high, that she didn't even notice or care what we were wearing.

It was quite a challenge to get those dresses on….even if they were cheap and simple, they seemed very complicated. They were identical, for we didn't want to waste our money on something pretty and unique, since we had no idea what we were getting into. Thus, we bought dresses of a salmon shade with green stripes along the sleeve that covers the wrists, and green buttons going down the middle of the chest. We also bought corsets, for our undergarments were obviously different from this time period, which were frustrating to put on.

We snuck into the back room to get changed as the clerk was helping another customer. The room was dark and smelled of alcohol and spices that were not familiar to me.

"Gee, this reminds me of an opium den."

"Gloria, this more than likely is an opium den. But let's try to get over that. Let's put on these corsets…without killing ourselves."

"Um, how?"

"Well, how about you look the other way as I get this thing on, and when I say so, you can help tighten it."

"Okay,"

In the darkness, I saw a vague shade of her figure turn around to look the other way. Like it mattered. It was so dark; I could only see the outline of her form. Whatever. I needed to get that bloody thing on.

"Okay, Gloria, can you help me?"

"Sure," I could hear her quiet footsteps coming closer, and then felt the corset tighten.

"Thanks,"

"My turn. Look the other way, sil vous plâit."

I turned, and as she handled her business, I put on my dress. It felt just like any other shirt I would wear, but I could tell it was made of a different material, made a different way, but I couldn't specify in what.

"Okay, Becky, let's get this over with,"

I took the silk ribbons that ties it, and pulled.

"Ack, not that tight! I gotta breathe, woman!"

"Sorry, sorry, my fault,"

I loosened it, and then tied it.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thanks,"

"No problem,"

"What do we do, now?" Gloria asked, though more to no one then to me.

"I don't know. Let's pack our stuff and walk around. American dollars used to be worth more than francs, so we don't have to worry about food."

We stuffed our normal clothes into our back packs and walked out. This time, no one stared at us. They didn't even notice us. However, I did notice a handful of people glance at our back packs. They probably just thought we were foreigners with unique style. Nothing enough to signify how different we truly were.

As we walked, I saw a large building, and in proud, golden letters above two antique, wooden doors, it read Le Théâtre de L'Opéra de Paris. Wow, this was really it. Is this what we were looking for? If not, I still had to go in.

"Gloria,"

"Wah?"

"Look," I pointed an accusing figure at the building.

"Woah, you think if we go in, we could go back to the future?"

"Hey, we won't hurt the past. Why not go to future, again?"

We walked up the steps and pushed open the heavy brown doors. We both gasped. Inside, it was full of life; everything possessed it's own, rich color with many details that added on to its beauty. We saw many seats of expensive wood and red velvet in organized rows. There were balconies, as well. This place must have been able to fill hundreds of people for each performance. The stage seemed empty, but filled with many splendors and memories that it longed to tell us and I wished to know them.