Fun while flying, and finding my long lost inner Parisian
Everybody knows that traveling is one of the most enjoyable experiences of anybody’s life. The time spent packing your bags is so much fun. Just think about it: you’re try to figure out what you’re going to want to wear for the next 9 months or so, how much deodorant to pack for said 9 months, and how long can you really go without doing laundry. They’re all such picturesque, romantic thoughts; I just love it. For me the entire process takes about ten days, three bottles of Svedka, a few mental breakdowns, and more lists than even Santa could handle.
Arthur uses his dolphin whispering skills
Following the boat ride we went to Fathom for my Last Supper , which can basically be summer up as ohhmagahdddd. Once again: I didn’t have my packing done, but between the whale, and the dolphins, the food, and the really good wine, I didn’t much care if I went to France or not the next day.
I did use my plane ride as an excuse to watch the 1974 version of the Great Gatsby which, if you can believe it, was almost the same plot as the new one. Who woulda thunk? It had a few things that the new version lacked, and it lacked some things that the new version included. I think a lot of people complained about the overwhelming nature of Baz Lurhmann’s version, but the old one had the most underwhelming parties I’d ever seen. I’ve definitely been to more exciting funerals Neither was perfect, but I’m happy I saw it. I have to say that it was strange to see Sam Waterston from Law & Order as a naive Nick Carraway. I’m used to him as my law professor on Law and Order (I’m going to Law and Order University for an honorary degree).
Before he was a detective he rowed between East Egg and West Egg
Obviously we landed safely in France. I got off the plane, got my stuff, got in the taxi, got into Paris, saw a rainbow (hello Karma!), and got to my former host house where I’ll be staying for a few days. It’s great to be back. Madame welcomed me in just like I’d never left and I’m very lucky to have a place to stay! The shower felt amazing (almost existential) and I was soon on my way to a day in Paris. I took the Métro to SciencesPo, my old university, and walked around there a bit before heading over to Trinity’s campus, where I was able to remember the WiFi code and get online on my cellphone to check in with the world. Then I ended up down by the Seine, across from the Louvre for lunch (camembert cheese sandwich on perfectly crusty baguette with 2 espressos).
Oh, by the way, my lunch view? Yeah, that's the Louvre.
From there I went back toward Trinity’s campus and visited the Abbey Church of St. Germain des Près, about which I wrote a lengthy paper when I was in college. Walking around the city I was amazed at the things I remembered and how some things were just the same. I walked the roads just like I’d done it last week and, more amazing to me, the same homeless people are in the SAME locations where they were in 2011. It’s uncanny! (I’m still unable to find the pantsless lady, however, which worries me.) After a bit of walking I stopped outside the church to listen to a fairly decent jazz group and do some people watching, which is really my favorite non-architectural activity in Paris. I even got a chance to revive the lost skill of the creeper photo, some of the results I will share with you here. I love looking at the French. They dress so… euhhh… French. And they act soo… euhhhh… French. They embody their identity with every fiber of their being. You can look at them and know immediately that they are legit Frenchies. In America they would stand out like a sore thumb, but here it’s the fat, nasty, loud Americans that stand out and succeed in making a wonderful impression of our fine nation.
Can you pick out the Americans?
JBieb's cousin?
^Basically what I hope to be.
From there I went back toward the Trinity building to hijack some more internet and I received a message from my French friend Romy who invited me to see his new apartment and cat. 10 minutes later I was there, seeing Romy, Charlie, and their newly adopted kitten “Achoum.” Achoum is the French equivalent of Achoo, and the kitten is so named due to some sort of illness that he has that makes him sneeze all the time. I don’t know what they’ll call him once he stops sneezing but for now Achoum works perfectly. After meeting Achoum, seeing friends, walking, and savoring my third espresso in 1.5 hours, it was time for a bit more walking. I walked over toward Notre Dame, where a platform has been built in front of the Cathedral to raise visitors up about 30 feet, giving a completely different view of the building, currently celebrating its 850th birthday!
The new platform brings visitors up closer to the level of the Gallery of Kings, which is pretty cool.
Do you see Quasimodo?
From Notre Dame I walked to the Louvre, hopped on a Subway and arrived at Trocadero to see how my favorite view of the Eiffel Tower was. As I expected, it was perfect. Grey skies, brown tower, brightly colored clothing on people protesting, and plenty of tourists; it was just what I wanted to end my day. Between Trocadero and the Eiffel Tower, was actually the World Championship Archery Competition taking place over the fountains. Kinda cool.
They were chanting: Obama, Obama, Shame on you, Shame on you. The protest was in reference to a number of civilians killed in a US air strike.
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