Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

When in Paris..

Today was Veterans day, so I got the day off. I went from no plans, to an exciting day with two girls from class I've not hung out with before. We met in front of Notre Dame and on a whim went up it! Because when in Paris...why not? We have to at some point! We all got in for free with our student cards. HOLLER. And then we climbed 387 steps. It was sunny and simply put: gorgeous.

Waiting in line took awhile though. We definitely sat in one spot for 20 minutes. But we we were lucky enough to have stomach curdling laughter because this man was going back and forth across the street putting on a mini show. He was dressed in pilot clothes, funny looking goggles and a scarf. He spoke English. He captured our attention cause he would walk behind people and mimic them until they realized! He'd pretend to take photos just like the tourists, and once they realized they were being mimicked, they'd laugh and shake the mans hand and were on their way. Once he shouted, "Ladies and gentleman! This is my wife!" and offered his arm to escort a woman passing by. She went with it and also got a laugh. There was maybe ONE person out of all the people he did these little pranks to who absolutely ignored him, the rest laughed and moved on. He eventually had all of us in line for Notre Dame watching, and laughing, anddddd he even put his goggles down on his face and started directing the traffic!! Or he'd J-walk in front of a taxi and in the most dramatic slow motion steps ever, walk across the street. The car didn't even honk, just waited for him to pass. They were probably dying of laughter as well.  My favorite time was when he knelt down as a cute old lady was slowly walking by, and he shouted "Maman!!" and then she hugged him. Another favorite moment, he was following a pigeon! And he pretended to be walking it on a leash. "Thiis is really my pigeon, I'm not kidding!" And finally he "handed" a woman the "leash" and she pretended to walk it too. A black guy walked by: "Ladies and gentleman! Presenting, President Obama!" Since we were watching for awhile, he repeated some of the same stuff.. And he tried doing the "Maman!" to an old lady again, but she just ignored him and walked by, which made him sad and he said "That's my mom... :( "  He continued on for awhile, leading his choir in birthday song, or other silly things. Then shook hands with those of us in line, and put his hat out saying the money would be for pilot school. You couldn't just not give a guy like that your change for helping time pass in such an entertaining way. Best part of the day. Bravo sir, you get a 10 for creativity. 

The view from the top of Notre Dame was lovely! And you could REALLY see that Sacre Cœur is sitting on Paris' only hilltop. I need to make my way there soon. I decided when I'm rich I'm going to buy a corner of the top bit of Notre Dame so I can read up there with that view.

Afterward we stopped at Shakespeare and Co. and listened to gorgeous piano music upstairs, while pouring over the many books. We then headed to a cafe on the corner and ordered banane avec chocolate crêpes and delicious chocolat chaud that was finished much too quickly. Later the most delicious panini from right by my house was consumed by the Seine River. The Eiffel Tower sparkled on the hour behind us, Bateaux Mouches sparkled in front of us, boats passed by, and the new ferris wheel put up for the holidays to the right beamed with light as well. SO MUCH MAGIC! I'm in love with this place. 


Sunday, September 28, 2014

it's not always rainbows and butterflies

Every day is hard. I typically wake up not ready for another day of struggling. Struggling to buy groceries, struggling to have simple conversations, struggling to make food the french way, struggling to understand the metric system, struggling to know the 24 hour clock, struggles, struggles, struggles!

At some point in every day I want to just give up and come home, go to school like everybody else. But there's been something absolutely amazing in every day that I've been here that just takes my breath away, so whenever I have the thought of coming home, I want to slap myself for thinking it. Especially cause I've only been here one small week! It's not even that I'm homesick; It's the language barrier. Everyone speaks so fast that I just can't picture myself ever being able to understand it. 

But the thing I have to remember (this post is really more for me than for you) is that if I gave up and came home, I know I'd hate it. I'd hate being there. I'd hate knowing I was a quitter. I'd hate knowing I wasted a once in a lifetime opportunity full of experienecs and could-have-beens. I'd regret it my whole life long. So I'm not going to do that. No matter how lonely I feel or how unable I am to communicate. In the end, it's only 10 months of my life here, so I'm just going to try and make the most of it.  And if I can make it here, then I'll be able to make it anywhere.  

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

odeurs

Out of all the technology in the world, there's still no way for me to transport the smells I'm smelling! So hopefully my words will be an adequate source to give you at the very least an idea of what it's like here.

Paris smells of smoke. Everyone smokes, and they smoke everywhere. Even on their motorcycles in traffic! But at night time with the window cracked open, the trees with their orange leaves falling to the ground in the rain, and the smells of dinner coming together, you just have to take a step back and breathe it all in. Malo (one of those boys I'm watching) was practicing his [lovely] piano while I prepared the steamed green beans (using a "cocotte minute" pot which is trés formidable) ravioli, raisins (grapes), and compte cheese. It was so relaxing after a long day full of walking. (Which by the way, you do A LOT of.)

When I walk to pick up Eloi from school, I pass many crêperies, street markets, cafés, and boulangeries. The smells are SENSATIONAL. The French have a special talent of making food look, smell, sound, and feel absolutely delicious before actually having eating it! It's wonderful. And awful.. Who knew I'd pick up a bread addiction so quickly? And ALWAYS be hungry? <<Just kidding. That one isn't really new.>>

As I was saying. I no longer feel that I'll die from second hand smoke, because there are so many more smells than just that one. Like the one I smelled on the Seine River in the midday fog and sun--Ugh, I can't even describe it!  But there's so much to take in and enjoy, and it's just hitting me that this isn't a vacation. I live here, and I get to see Paris in all the seasons. I am simply overwhelmed with happiness.

A doodle I doodled while doodling earlier. :)





   
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