It happened one nuit

Today is day 14 that I have been here. Wow. It is becoming more and more difficult to write and speak in english, actually, which I take as a sign that Paris is rubbing off on me. My first thoughts are always in french, and today when I opened my mouth in the sandwicherie, I was surprised to hear fluent french emerge.

I apologize for not posting yesterday, but I was, in fact, quite busy, (and not locked out of my room or anything).You remember that post I had, about a million years ago, maybe day 4 of being here, where I walked through the Marais and found all those neato things. That’s what we did in my class yesterday. I knew all the answers to her questions before she said anything, and that makes me a super nerd. I’ve read too many books on the history of France, esp. Paris.

The real education of the day was the wine tasting. We went to the ancient wine caves of Louis XV, which were opened and “renovated” (which I think means with refrigerator and chairs and lights added. How else do you renovate stones?) and tasted wine. Our sommelier was adorable and very nice, but I couldn’t help but laugh at our naiveté. He asked us to go around in a circle and introduce ourselves and say what kind of wine we liked best. HAH. All Trader Joe’s wines taste the same to über cool hipsters carrying it around in plastic cups while they bob their heads to bands with inaudible lyrics. What a question to ask American college students. Anyway, we tasted a champage, two whites, and two reds and everyone was pretty happy afterwards, so we walked around the Seine a bit and got some café before coming home. The subway also happened to be broken, just my line, and just the stops that I needed, so then I had to walk home (luckily one of my friends lives near me and we walked together!). Cool.

Today I had class early in the morning and then tried some more macarons today. MMM. They were from Jean Paul Hervin Chocolatier, and these were delicious. like. delicious.

Anyway, I still can’t believe it’s already been 14 days. Midterms start next week, crazy?




About maryshorey

"I think about the hands I’ve held, the places I’ve seen, that vast lands whose dirt is caked on the bottom of my shoes. The world has changed me." Amelia Earhart
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1 Response to It happened one nuit

  1. Mom says:

    super jeal…french champagne AND delish macaroons!

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