Croissants and Cappuccinos

So starting on Friday I ate delicious duck, and went to a great bar and watched a live band. The lead singer even looked like Maxine’s long lost French twin. She was wearing an Indian head dress. Note to maxine: You look awesome in a head dress with massive feathers. After the show, John and I decided to go home. Thanks to everyone that knew the city sooo well we ended up getting a tad lost. The metro was still working, but the RER line that we needed was closed like we thought it was. Great. We had to walk back from Denfert Rochereau, which isn’t too far of a walk to the Cite, but after having had wondered for over an hour, walking home in dead silence tipsy of gin and whisky…we were a bit nervous. It felt like it took forever. THEN once I thought I could go to sleep dorm dram presented itself. To be brief, bitches are crazy! After waking up to a sunny morning after drama, I tried to impersonate Ashley-drunk to everyone in my room, and Stephanie-sober decided to slip and slice my toe open. YEAH! So far I have had motion sickness, a reaction to pain killers, I’ve been lost, I fucked up my toe, and even more. ha I am so accident prone. Saturday I went to the Pompidou, ate italian gelato shaped like a flower (coconut, cafe, and yogurt flavors), I watched street performers, I ate Japonaise food that was way too expensive, and I read Sylvia Plath poems in Shakespeare and Co while listening to an attractive French man play to piano. AMAZING. I don’t think I will want to come back to the states. Now I am off to explore Sunday markets, see beautiful stained glass, climb to Eiffel Tower, and later drink wine and picnic there at night. I miss all of my loves, but Paris is just what I needed!