It’s approaching 3 am and I’d rather be writing Paris than dreaming sugar-plum (should have thought twice about eating chocolate so close to bedtime), so here I am.
It’s hard to believe that I’m entering my 4th week already. I’ve done so much in this time that I will have to skip the details and get straight to the points.
My 2nd week in Paris looked like this: an Epiphany party with my host family, a ballet performance of The Nutcracker, market chaos, a tour of Victor Hugo’s house, a house party to meet my fellow internationals, the shipping of my 1st batch of postcards, a night at the cinema to watch Le Petit Nicolas, a French language exam, a chocolate festival, and pastry-baking at a [Parisian!] friend’s apartment.
My 3rd week in Paris looked like this: the museum Carnavalet, runs in the park down the street, the great Versailles, daily readings of the local newspaper, late nights of wine and French conversation, a 3-day trip to Southern France, the climbing of a mountain and the view from the top, my first sample of a Nutella-banana-crêpe, the purchase of plane tickets to the British Isles / Rome, and the accomplishment of not once getting lost.
There is so much I could write about for each adventure I’ve had, but it would difficult to find the words, the space, and the time to tackle such a project. Instead I will let you do the work, just try to imagine the glory of living under the lights of such a bright city.
One last note with which to leave you- I bought a French bible today and it is beautiful.
Amie, I'm so obsessed with this blog. Your photos are beautiful and your writing is so honest and real. Your emotions really do play out in the words. Keep it going-- you're wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnd we are watching and hoping (for more chocolate weekends). Classes today!!!!