So I realize this retelling of last weekends adventures is a little less relevant now that it's a week late, but NONE of you even comment on any of my posts anyways, SO I GUESS YOU DON'T EVEN CARE.
Maybe I won't even post anymore.
JUST KIDDING. I love hearing (seeing?) myself talk too much, and I know you all love reading this stuff, so I'm going to continue to post forEVER.
Anyways, to pick up where I left off, me and Max started Saturday with a meal consisting entirely of baguettes and shit I had in my fridge, cause that's how you do in France. Afterwards we took one of my more interesting field trips: an excursion to La Defense, the financial district of France.
We rose out of the Metro into a rather rainy day and found ourselves in the most soulles, vast, and imposing corporate wasteland I've ever been to. In the shadow of the glass and steel Grand Arche was a large, gray square surrounded by similarly styled skyscrapers. There was no shred of authenticity anywhere to be found. In fact, the square seemed more like an elevated, hollow platform that had been dropped down on top of whatever doomed town or village had previously resided here. I'm glad that the actual city of Paris values its traditional style enough to quarantine architectural modernity, but it makes for a fairly creepy and concentrated financial area.
After escaping from there, we met my friend Lauren, who is interning for the Welsh parliament, and headed to an Algerian restaurant where we had delicious cous-cous.
After such a multicural day, we decided to head back to the dorm for a big ol slice of AMERICA. On weekends, my dorm often morphs into a frat house, and we got back to find a party in the basement attended mostly by Americans, but also by some creepy French dudes, some Algerians, and a bunch of broken glass bottles. After a few games of cork-pong (ping pong balls are lame and hard to come by) we called it a night.
The next morning, we hit up the Louvre, which can successfully kick the crap out of any museum goer. After that, it was off again to Montmartre and Sacre Couer. Apres ca, we grabbed some wine and falafel and watched Ratatouille, the perfect movie to get you hankering for some authentic French food.
At some point we saw the Arc de Triomphe and Champs-Elysees, and Musee d'Orsay, but it's been awhile and my brain is mush. Anyways, the point is, you can see a lot in Paris in a weekend. But the way to end it all is to go bar-hopping and snag some crepes in the middle of the night, which is exactly what we did.
Tomorrow brings Normandy, and an experience that is sure to be meaningful and thought-provoking.
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