No these aren't gypsies. Just the usual asian tourists posing in front of the eiffel tower. I love it. hahhhahahI put all my pictures together to do my Versailles post but I have to write about my day while its fresh in my mind.
So I woke up thinking I wasn't really going to have a good day.
Got up for class, ended up being late somehow. [always happens to me]
And after I had planned on doing a Paris walk. {I have a class that came with a Paris guide book and it has like 30 different "walks" in it. You follow the directions and it tells you history of each landmark you see and fun things to eat. I love it} So I went with Maddie, Holly, and Michelle. Oh after going to the bakery and getting a roule c.. something. Imagine a cinnamon roll, minus the sugar-with cheese and bacon/ham spiraled through the roll. Heaven. Delicious french heaven.
On our walk we saw; So I woke up thinking I wasn't really going to have a good day.
Got up for class, ended up being late somehow. [always happens to me]
And after I had planned on doing a Paris walk. {I have a class that came with a Paris guide book and it has like 30 different "walks" in it. You follow the directions and it tells you history of each landmark you see and fun things to eat. I love it} So I went with Maddie, Holly, and Michelle. Oh after going to the bakery and getting a roule c.. something. Imagine a cinnamon roll, minus the sugar-with cheese and bacon/ham spiraled through the roll. Heaven. Delicious french heaven.
- hotel de ville
- Notre Dame
- Crypts at Notre Dame
- Palais de Justice
- Flower Market
- Sainte-Chapelle
sainte-chapelle. {I know, my legs are already lookin' white.}We were supposed to see and go inside the Conciergerie, which is where Marie Antoinette and other people were held before being be-headed. So their jail cells. We couldn't find it, and thought that maybe it was the construction that we saw, so we skimmed past that one. But turns out it does exist, and you can go inside.. so I'll have to go back.
Anyways, everything was way cool. It was my first time going inside Notre Dame, and Sainte-Chapelle. Loved them both.
And we were supposed to go inside this museum but it was closed. There were some Roman baths on the outside of it that we could see a little bit. It was way cool, but obviously this door was cool-er. Me and tiffany are kind of making it a tradition now to go study at the eiffel tower on tuesdays while our roommates are in french class. So we went today and Maddie came along with us. I love the eiffel tower. Its just like sitting at any park, but then you look up and realize theres a huge brown french triangle sticking up to the sky right in front of you. And then you start crying a little bit with joy.
It was way fun, we read and wrote for our walks class a little bit but we just sat there and talked mainly. But there are always these ladies, who kind of look like the mexican vendors on the beach in rocky point to me, but I guess they're gypsies. . which I don't really think are usually mexican. They always have these clipboards and they wave pens in your face trying to get you to sign. I don't really know why, but I don't really want to find out either. So of course that was bound to happen a couple times while we were sitting there; typical.
But then a herd of these children come up to us. Probably 4 or 5 of them, these little mexican vendor look-alike children. They have pieces of paper that just have huge random letters on them that mean nothing, and they start surrounding us, waving these papers in our faces and talking in some language, I can't even tell you when its french, so don't even ask.
But I was like freaking out, what the heck are these little 10 year old kids doing? Please get out of my face, no thank you we don't want you or your random letters.
So they finally leave.
And walk away to the next group of people sitting right in front of us. As they started walking I for some reason continued watching them. One little boy was holding his paper down with an Iphone in his hand behind it, but I could see it.
Without even processing what was going on I just yelled "Maddie they took your phone."
Stealth Mode.
I got up {and btw I was laying down..} and chased down this punk gypsy ten year old. He saw me coming and immediately dropped the phone on the ground and put his hands up acting like he had nothing to do with it. Hello, I might be american, but I'm not as stupid as you think I am.
Oh. My. Gosh.
My heart had dropped and was beating 9234983759 times a second at the same time. I was freaking out and shaking at what had happened. Seriously!? Did that really just happen!?
Then a cop came up to us.. Or a man dressed in a polo, jeans and a baseball hat, and said "I'm the police" in french then asked if we speak french and we said no, english. And at this point I'm still mystified and started to think everyone around us was scamming us so I was like oh police huh, let me see your badge. So he showed us then said he saw what had happened and made sure we had got all our stuff back and that everything was alright.
I was hoping he would really say "Okay you have to come to the Palais de Justice with me right away." But he didn't.
side story.. One of the girls in our group had a man try to pick-pocket her on the metro and she caught him and undercover cops had seen [just like this time] and had gotten her number and ran after the guy and caught him. A couple days later they called her to come to the court hearing. Uhm tramatizing but amazing? She got to go to the Palais Justice, which is their version of the Supreme Court. It was way fun, we read and wrote for our walks class a little bit but we just sat there and talked mainly. But there are always these ladies, who kind of look like the mexican vendors on the beach in rocky point to me, but I guess they're gypsies. . which I don't really think are usually mexican. They always have these clipboards and they wave pens in your face trying to get you to sign. I don't really know why, but I don't really want to find out either. So of course that was bound to happen a couple times while we were sitting there; typical.
But then a herd of these children come up to us. Probably 4 or 5 of them, these little mexican vendor look-alike children. They have pieces of paper that just have huge random letters on them that mean nothing, and they start surrounding us, waving these papers in our faces and talking in some language, I can't even tell you when its french, so don't even ask.
But I was like freaking out, what the heck are these little 10 year old kids doing? Please get out of my face, no thank you we don't want you or your random letters.
So they finally leave.
And walk away to the next group of people sitting right in front of us. As they started walking I for some reason continued watching them. One little boy was holding his paper down with an Iphone in his hand behind it, but I could see it.
Without even processing what was going on I just yelled "Maddie they took your phone."
Stealth Mode.
I got up {and btw I was laying down..} and chased down this punk gypsy ten year old. He saw me coming and immediately dropped the phone on the ground and put his hands up acting like he had nothing to do with it. Hello, I might be american, but I'm not as stupid as you think I am.
Oh. My. Gosh.
My heart had dropped and was beating 9234983759 times a second at the same time. I was freaking out and shaking at what had happened. Seriously!? Did that really just happen!?
Then a cop came up to us.. Or a man dressed in a polo, jeans and a baseball hat, and said "I'm the police" in french then asked if we speak french and we said no, english. And at this point I'm still mystified and started to think everyone around us was scamming us so I was like oh police huh, let me see your badge. So he showed us then said he saw what had happened and made sure we had got all our stuff back and that everything was alright.
I was hoping he would really say "Okay you have to come to the Palais de Justice with me right away." But he didn't.
Anyways. I was so shaken up. And kept freaking out pretty much the rest of the day. It was so mind blowing and I still can't believe it actually happened.
My first real Paris experience. And I saved the day.
We had a nice maybe british man take our picture. And we were standing here posing for like seriously ten minutes. I don't really know what he was doing, lining up the shot just perfect? He did take like ten pictures though, so maybe he was just trying to get a candid of us laughing at the awkwardness? Mission accomplished mate.
When I got home I was the only one here so I just relaxed for a while until dinner.
I usually dread dinner, not because of the food, just because I never know whats going on and can't communicate. But tonight our lady made us savory crepes, with egg, ham and cheese, just a simple dinner and she made them while we were in there watching and it just felt like a quiet night back at home, where my mom would just make us grilled cheese and tomato soup. It was a very homey meal. And she didn't eat with us, she just sat and talked.
I told her my story {in french,thank you very much} it was hard to get through, and i'm sure she only picked a lot up because of my divine acting skills from all my experience in charades.
We ate dinner, just simply. I usually feel like I'm an ediquete student living with this lady but tonight we kind of all just kicked back in the kitchen together. I even put my leg up on the chair. Which I always do at home but have been too scared to sit unproper here.
When I was on my way home I stopped and bought a baguette for myself, that I just couldn't resist.
After dinner she told me it wouldn't be good in the morning for a sandwich or anything because it'd go hard. So she cut a little off and wrapped it up in a bag for my lunch tmrw and we just haaaad to eat the rest right? Toujours en France.
So I broke out my speculoos spread. [I'm experienced. I already tried this combination and it was magical].
So me and Hailey shared the rest of the baguette and could not stop. I offered some to Katherine but I think she didn't want to eat what I had bought for myself, so her excuse was "cookies are better.." as she got out a box of cookies, "..avec nutella" as she got out the nutella.
So there we were. Sitting around our little french table, in our french apartment in Neuilly, speaking french, and talking about food and more food. Crepes, chocolate cake, speculoos.
So I actually knew what was going on in our conversation and once again, it just felt like home. Which I haven't felt for this entire past month, except for tonight, and sunday night where kind of the same thing happened.
It was just such a relief and ended up being a pretty good day. One for the books.
I have tons of pics, but for some reason it won't let me load them.
Ill try tmrw.
While I have no class.
yay
<3
My first real Paris experience. And I saved the day.
We had a nice maybe british man take our picture. And we were standing here posing for like seriously ten minutes. I don't really know what he was doing, lining up the shot just perfect? He did take like ten pictures though, so maybe he was just trying to get a candid of us laughing at the awkwardness? Mission accomplished mate.
When I got home I was the only one here so I just relaxed for a while until dinner.
I usually dread dinner, not because of the food, just because I never know whats going on and can't communicate. But tonight our lady made us savory crepes, with egg, ham and cheese, just a simple dinner and she made them while we were in there watching and it just felt like a quiet night back at home, where my mom would just make us grilled cheese and tomato soup. It was a very homey meal. And she didn't eat with us, she just sat and talked.
I told her my story {in french,thank you very much} it was hard to get through, and i'm sure she only picked a lot up because of my divine acting skills from all my experience in charades.
We ate dinner, just simply. I usually feel like I'm an ediquete student living with this lady but tonight we kind of all just kicked back in the kitchen together. I even put my leg up on the chair. Which I always do at home but have been too scared to sit unproper here.
When I was on my way home I stopped and bought a baguette for myself, that I just couldn't resist.
After dinner she told me it wouldn't be good in the morning for a sandwich or anything because it'd go hard. So she cut a little off and wrapped it up in a bag for my lunch tmrw and we just haaaad to eat the rest right? Toujours en France.
So I broke out my speculoos spread. [I'm experienced. I already tried this combination and it was magical].
So me and Hailey shared the rest of the baguette and could not stop. I offered some to Katherine but I think she didn't want to eat what I had bought for myself, so her excuse was "cookies are better.." as she got out a box of cookies, "..avec nutella" as she got out the nutella.
So there we were. Sitting around our little french table, in our french apartment in Neuilly, speaking french, and talking about food and more food. Crepes, chocolate cake, speculoos.
So I actually knew what was going on in our conversation and once again, it just felt like home. Which I haven't felt for this entire past month, except for tonight, and sunday night where kind of the same thing happened.
It was just such a relief and ended up being a pretty good day. One for the books.
I have tons of pics, but for some reason it won't let me load them.
Ill try tmrw.
While I have no class.
yay
<3
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