I think I'm in love. With this city, that is. I was on the train on Friday morning when I began hearing singing. At first I thought I was going crazy (why does the song start only when the doors open?), but then I realized we were all witness to a real traveling minstrel who was voyaging from car to car singing beautiful songs. He opened with "Knocking on Heaven's Door," which made me think of Kevin (for obvious reasons) and friends and home. And then (oh, and then) he sang "Let it Be." I seriously almost started crying because I freaking LOVE that song and it's just...so...beautiful. Tear. Why did a man with a guitar singing American songs make me fall in love with Paris? I have no idea. But that was the moment.
Other than that wonderful experience, I went to the Louvre on Friday and saw Louis XIV's crown jewels (holy.shit.) and then did a little window-shopping in the Louvre boutiques. Afterwards, a few of us went over to my friend Shaina's house to, um, "help her babysit" her five-year-old host sister, which turned into eating delicious food and drinking wine. Sweet. It was nearly impossible to communicate with this particular child because she 1) talks really fast and 2) talks like a kid. At one point she lost her little stuffed animal thing (oh horror of horrors) and we had no idea why she was freaking out. I mean, we finally got it figured out, but she kept saying "je veux appeler maman" ("I want to call my mom") and we were just like "wait, why are you crying?" All was well in the end and she went to bed relatively happy, thank goodness.
On Saturday I searched unsuccessfully for my textbooks and then wandered around the Latin Quarter for a while. We ended up going to an overpriced restaurant for dinner (the signage outside their store indicate a 10 euro menu, but it didn't actually exist) and then to Le Petit Tavern, which was completely Americanized and not really French in the least. Oh, well.
The scariest part of Saturday was when I was taking the metro home at midnight-ish and a drunken homeless man climbed onto the tracks. I was trying not to look for fear of being completely traumatized, but I couldn't help myself. Luckily some of the metro workers got him back up onto the platform before any trains came, so a major crisis was definitely averted. Yikes.
And now I have to do homework because I have my drawing class tonight (drawing class?! what was I thinking?). Bonne journee, friends.
Other than that wonderful experience, I went to the Louvre on Friday and saw Louis XIV's crown jewels (holy.shit.) and then did a little window-shopping in the Louvre boutiques. Afterwards, a few of us went over to my friend Shaina's house to, um, "help her babysit" her five-year-old host sister, which turned into eating delicious food and drinking wine. Sweet. It was nearly impossible to communicate with this particular child because she 1) talks really fast and 2) talks like a kid. At one point she lost her little stuffed animal thing (oh horror of horrors) and we had no idea why she was freaking out. I mean, we finally got it figured out, but she kept saying "je veux appeler maman" ("I want to call my mom") and we were just like "wait, why are you crying?" All was well in the end and she went to bed relatively happy, thank goodness.
On Saturday I searched unsuccessfully for my textbooks and then wandered around the Latin Quarter for a while. We ended up going to an overpriced restaurant for dinner (the signage outside their store indicate a 10 euro menu, but it didn't actually exist) and then to Le Petit Tavern, which was completely Americanized and not really French in the least. Oh, well.
The scariest part of Saturday was when I was taking the metro home at midnight-ish and a drunken homeless man climbed onto the tracks. I was trying not to look for fear of being completely traumatized, but I couldn't help myself. Luckily some of the metro workers got him back up onto the platform before any trains came, so a major crisis was definitely averted. Yikes.
And now I have to do homework because I have my drawing class tonight (drawing class?! what was I thinking?). Bonne journee, friends.
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