I live in Paris. It's amazing how quickly you can get a routine going once you realize you're an easygoing person who is at ease with being mildly lost and trusts the public transportation implicitly. Wake up, eat some breakfast, me promener to Trinite D'Estienne-D'Orves, the dearest-but-not-nearest Metro stop, change lines at Madeleine, get off at LaMotte-Picquet-Grenelle, take another little stroll and arrive at class. Go to class, get out of class. Do one of a few options- grab a chicken curry panini or nutella crepe from my favorite corner crepe-panini man, boire un verre at the nearby cafe, idle in the Salle de Zen (also known as the Salle d'Ikea) until someone decides to do something, or/then grab the Metro back to Trinite and head chez moi for whatever poorly-crafted (if it's me) or magically-cuisined (if it's Mme. Andree Leonard, the QM) dinner I end up with.
It's a schedule I enjoy. I am always ready for dinner out or a little exploring, but I am also happy to head "home" and relax. I am really looking forward to the weekend trips that are going to start happening very shortly, now that I've got an intrepid band to agree with my grand plans.
Parisian things I'm into:
1. "plats du jour", the cheap(er) combo-style menu items in which you get to choose an entree, plat, et dessert for the comparatively low price of 10 or 15 euro.
2. Cheeses- Comte and Chevre are winning the Fromascars (Fromage+Oscar, stay with me people) as of yet, but I had something yummy and Brie-esque in its spreadability but with a less inside-of-a-sneaker-after-a-light-jog taste.
3. Incroyables Experiences, an incredibly nerdy game show wherein two panels of 3 vaguely famous people compete for no prize to guess what the answers to questions like "How can wind and a large umbrella lift a man off the ground? a) Pressure from underneath the umbrella b) air pushing up and around the umbrella c) both", only to have their answers validated not by a blinking light and intense music, but the host actually DOING the experiments.
It's like if Mythbusters had a baby with Bill Nye, but then they broke up and Mythbusters started dating Dancing With the Stars and THEY had babies, and then everybody lived in an amicable, dorky, Brady-Bunch world where everybody gathers round the lab bench to watch dear old Dad construct robots and pour liquids into other liquids and crunch numbers while they guess what's going to happen.
My guy friends would love it, both for its kitsch and its educational value.
Okay, here it is: STUFF I HAVE DONE THUSFAR
Taken a nice little walk with Lindsey (yeah that's right, the one I get along with best has my name) past the Eiffel Tower and the Champ de Mars in an adventure wherein we parted ways for the night and both got lost.
Gone to Versailles- it is absolutely beautiful and there are pictures forthcoming.
Musee D'Orsay- it's in an awesome area, hosts beautiful works of art, and is free (for me, the "art history" student). Definitely returning for many viewings.
Movie in the Latin Quarter- "Agathe Clery" is a so-bad-I-kind-of-liked-it, semi-musical movie about a white racist who gets a skin condition that messes with her pigmentation, turning her black. Once black, she stops being racist, buys a new wardrobe, dances like Michael Jackson and Beyonce, gets a black boyfriend, and starts working at a company that won't hire white people. Then, her skin decides "JK" and she turns back to white. Keeps the boyfriend, the job and the sick dance moves though, because this is a happymoral film. Would never fly in the US because it is too un-PC to NOT come off as racist and too moral and precious to be so-obscene-you-have-to-see-it a la Borat.
Other than that, it's been nice small family dinners with the Leonards and various members of their clan, doing homework (read: planning trips to Eurofabulous destinations and Skyping friends & family), and settling in. I anticipate wonderful things ahead.
Comment if there's stuff I didn't cover you'd like to hear about!
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