can sometimes mean seeing 3.5 men peeing on the streets/metro (.5=seeing a homeless (?) man zipping up his pants after obviously just having taken a weewee break on the building corner)
stepping in dog poop
waiting in line to buy my metro pass at the automatic guichet, only to have the damn computer freeze and stop working…RIGHT when it’s finally my turn.
oh la vie…
So I haven’t posted in a while, but may I just say, the champs-elysees lights this year are basically hideous. It makes me really sad. I had this fluffy image of beautiful twinkly wintery lights down the beautiful avenue, and they give me horizontal hoolahoops for eco friendly lighting. Eco-friendly, fine, great even, but AHHHHH horizontal hoolahoops was definitely not what I was expecting! Photos to come soon (hopefully) and happier posts to come!!
Funny how my classes turn from : oh, it’ll be fine! to oh……no, i’m going to die! in a matter of minutes….
(I will hopefully add more pictures and edit these posts with them…but I think I’ll have to take some pictures first…)
Bonsoir from Paris!
c’est déjà 2 semaines que je suis ici :)
I thought I’d do a little summary on what’s “in” à Paris, right now.
Of course, I didn’t sneak into the Dior show or anything, so just a glimpse of what people are wearing/doing/eating.
I thought girls at school had too many longchamp bags. I was wrong. that was nothing compared to what it is here.
It seems like every female (whether little teen or little grandma), and many men have those longchamp bags. I didn’t like them when I saw them in the states (they kind of look like eco bags…) but I definitely see their useful ness here..I guess (sorry if there are any überlongchamp fans among you guys..) but they come in all different sizes, and shapes, and colors, and designs. it’s a bit rindokolonk.
As always, smoking cigarettes is in, chic and fashionable? Maybe people are just ultra stressed here and feel that those bunchies of nicotine are funsies? I don’t know, but this is just one part of Paris I can’t handle. If you want lung cancer, fine, smoke on a corner. BUT DON’T WALK THROUGH THE STREETS OF PARIS parading around your smoke, waving it in the air, sprinkling ashes into my hair, face, mouth, eyes, EVERYTHING. (sigh). I come home, hair smelling like cigarettes, every single day. joy.
Les filles ici are obviously, très fashionable. Sans doute. But they do it with a sort of natural finesse, no über caked-up globs of foundation here, nor BLAAAAAAAAAAH-screaming colors of lip stick, nor “what were you thinking? were you putting make up on in the dark?” amounts of eyeshadow. Everything is done with a measured, gentle touch, to bring out the best of your features. I like that very much.
J’adore flats! and i’m happy Paris seems to love them too. Paris is such a walking city, and while it would probably be better for everyone’s feet to wear things like ultra arch support sneakers, alas, it is Paris and no one would ever do such thing. WHICH MEANS! cute little ballet flats everywhere! YAY. too bad they’re expensive…janvier soldes watch out for a crazed california girl coming your way…
Vous Parlez Anglais?
apparently it’s cool to speak english here. at least if you’re young. plus points for aya :)
Guys have pointy shoes here. That’s…that.
Nope, not jack-in-the-box…NOODLES! in the box!
So here I am, on an eternal hunt for affordable lunchies in Paris, I’ve noticed that many of the students buy in these Noodle fast food places, which basically have..noodles in a box. Or, there’s a place that’s relatively good called WokBar, which is rice or noodles in a box with whatever else you order. It’s relatively cheap (at least by Paris terms that is..) and 7euros is something my food stipend accepts :)
Japanese Restaurants EVERYWHERE
Apparently, Parisians are crazed for Japanese food right now. I may have seen at least a hundred Japanese restaurants in the past 2 weeks (not counting the mini japantownesque place i go to). It’s ridonkulous. but hey. I gotsta get my fill of nihonnshoku. I’m def not complaining :D (and! the people who work in the restaurants, at least the waiter/waitresses, are actually japanese! who woulda thought…)
YAY so that’s it for now. because I have to wake up tomorrow, go to the library, be an art connoisseur at the louvre, and..eat japanese food for dinner
Let me give you the lowdown on Paris.
The things that are true (that people say about it anyway) and the things that are not.
Numero Uno, er I guess Numéro Un.
Dog Poop. Everywhere. guidebooks aren’t lying when they say to watch out for poop. Literally. Every single day I have to make quick turns to evade the yucky piles of dog poop. All the dogs I’ve seen so far are really tiny…they must eat a lot or something………
if you come to paris. please don’t expect that pedestrians have the right of way. that will get you killed instantly. even if you don’t think that pedestrians should always have the right of way, you still might get run over by a car..and then some. the light could be green, and the cars will still speed past,behind, next to you as if you were invisible. it’s actually quite scary. of course, parisian pedestrians make up for this by jaywalking everywhere possible, but that’s a different story.
On the subject of models. not real models. but the parisians walking down the street. It’s like I see people in the metro, at school, in the parc, dressed in crisp shirts and skirts and whatnot. The kids here, look like they stepped out of a fashion magazine for little tots. (they’re actually really cute. but schools are a nightmare. they have these big, metal like gate/door things for entrances and inside it sounds like a zoo……)
et les hommes sont très beau..
*excuse the nonexistence of grammar and capital letters..and sentences, i’m trying to post as fast as I can*
Je suis arrivee!
(okay all the accents are going to be nonexistent because I am currently too lazy to change my keyboard preferences)
I’m here! Finally!
Being in Paris is beautiful, I got here yesterday at 9 am and my time here has already been wonderful. There’ve been a lot of firsts:
First lunching in a Paris parc (which are gorgeous, complete with falling autumn leaves, trimmed grass and bush etc and flowers! of course.)
First time traveling alone…which was an experience. but overall good!
It’s true when they say that people in Paris (or I guess I should say people who are driving in paris) don’t care a rat’s butt whether they run you over or not. Cars just WHOOSH past you like no other, I’ve been almost-run-over too many times in the few hours that I’ve been here.
That being said, there is ultrauber j-walking here. like no other. i thought it was bad in the states, but people cross the street all the time when it says don’t cross, and there are just as many cars that try to run them over…
Anyways! Once I got here, a couple of us went over to Ile-Saint-Louis pour aller a BERTHILLON: the famous ice cream place. My tummy wasn’t feeling so good after being on the plane and travelling for a quadrillionmillion hours, but I ate it anyway. because how am I supposed to turn down ice cream when there are flavors like nougat au miel (which was so yummylicious) and fraise de bois (which I haven’t tried yet)
and then! we went to see notre dame :)
currently. it is 5:39 am. and I can’t sleep. but! it’s okay :) I still had like 6 hours of sleep so just more time for me to soak in paris today :)
It’s official! I’ll be headed to the land of la tour eiffel and mont blancs and crêpes and la Sorbonne and Chopin and Sartre and Edith Piaf and les fromages and les patisseries in SEPTEMBER coming back in MARCH 2012. I’m just a tad excited!!!!!
Now that I’m ACTUALLY GOING TO PARIS (well, I haven’t pressed the button yet, since I need to scan my passport and all that) I thought I should start a blog! Obviously, I won’t be posting that much until I’m actually there (.whiiiiiich is in several months..) but I hope to keep this as a sort of internet journal of the things I learn and the things I do in Paris :)