Another Sunday come and gone. I made several excursions today to museums and sites for homework, and I spent several hours in a coffee shop, studying for my history midterm. That, I could get used to. It’s absolutely a beautiful day today; Sunny, 80 degrees, kids playing in the public fountains, the grasses full of people laughing and playing guitars, bands playing on street corners — a lovely day for walking through the sleepy Sunday streets of Paris. Yesterday was officially my halfway point. 26 days here, 26 days left to go, so today I speak from the second half of my séjour.
Honestly, for a while, I hated Paris. After the newness of the sights and the program wore off, all I could see was how much I missed home and all the things to which I am accustomed (not to mention the people!), but everything– the streets, the markets, the food, the people, and the lifestyle have become more and more familiar, and in that, more and more likeable. After passing my days with coffee, sorbet, reading by the water, strolling through lively streets and shops, and wanderign up to an ancient church or museum, I can’t imagine how I ever lived without these things. I still like New York more, I promise, but oh, Paris, je t’aime. Everything I see, though, every sound I hear, every shop I pass, every food I eat, reminds me of someone back home, and I tuck them all away in my mind– the name of that street, the location of this church, the name of that restaurant– just in case; just in case you should come to Paris, just on the off chance that someday I could show them to you. Missing you all always.
Also, I’m watching hunchback of Nôtre Dame right now. It’s set in Paris. I live there. 🙂