so i've finished my first week of classes... they were very nice. mmm i have a quiz on monday and an essay due tuesday. things are moving quickly and i like it so far. only 8 people are in my class.
there's this place we've been going for lunch after class... a baguette sandwich, a drink, and dessert for 5.50 euro. their bread is made fresh and they have reeeeeallly great macaroons. i've probably eaten one macaroon a day since i've started classes... probably not such a good pattern.
went shopping in the marais yesterday!!!! such good vintage. i looooove the marais. everyting looks so classic, great shopping, and amazing falafel. good combo.
last night i went out to this club called "showcase" located under a bridge on the champs-élysées. it was a veryyyy... "unce-unce-unce" type of club.. definitely an experience that needed to be had. i fit in with the europeans when i dance. i'm more of just.. an arbitrary ass shaker. it's not really based on any sort of beat or direction.... idk trust me it works.
ummm just went to versaille today... ya know. we didn't get to go inside :( but the gardens were beautiful and the fountains were running. i sipped some versaille-made jus d'orange as we canoed in the pond. THAT was an experience. we basically had no idea what we were doing and just canoed in circles for like half an hour as we recited fake poetry and pretended to be romantic.
but seriously, after today... my feet are about to quite this bitch.
tonight? toninght? 4th of july baby!! we're heading to an irish pub for some good old american nostalgia. i'll update you guys again soon.
Greetings, Mlle. Annie, from California! I, unlike some :) grudge not your return to La Belle France. I wish you marvelous experiences and indelible memories. This song has been running through my head repeatedly and somehow feels apropos a vous? I don't know; ask your mother--she may be able to figure it out. Oh, and btw, wingtips are all very well, but cap toe oxfords are way cooler. Best regards,
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Albatross
words & music by Judy Collins
The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather
Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine
She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard
All the way from town
She watches seagulls fly
Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves
The edges of the sky
Many people wander up the hills
From all around you
Making up your memories and thinking they have found you
They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride
Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried
And tell you why
And ask you why
Any way you answer
Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies
Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family
The embroid'ry of your life holds you in
And keeps you out but you survive
Imprisoned in your bones
Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes
And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Even now by the gate with you long hair blowing
And the colors of the day that lie along your arms
You must barter your life to make sure you are living
And the crowd that has come
You give them the colors
And the bells and wind and the dream
Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains
Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains
Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass
Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass?
Day and night and day again and people come and go away forever
While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign
The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design
And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Come away alone...with me.
"i'm more of just...an arbitrary ass-shaker."
ReplyDeletehahaha, now THAT is a D.A.B.
glad to hear that you're having fun - it sure sounds like it.
love and miss you. oh...and don't give up on your feet! (if your bun-yums could handle dance for all dem years, they can handle pear-e...just go find yourself a good ole pair of SAS walking shoes and you'll be good to go)
happy 4OJ from AMURICA!
Annie,
ReplyDeleteMilam is dead wrong about SAS... trust this old gal - find some Merrell's or a Joseph Seibel!
Your blog keeps me enthralled and I hope to come close as I write from Rome. Would you like a getaway weekend to Rome. We can put you up if you can catch a train or a cheap flight on RyanAir. We are there from July 9-July 18th. I wish Paris were a possibility and we could take you out for some supper, but it will have to be Rome.
Love you!
Beth