Il n'y a qu'en Paris....

I am IN LOVE with Paris. It is the most amazing city in the entire world. Yesterday I woke up late and went to Park Monceau. It is chilly in the city so I layered up, charged my Ipod and got on the metro. My roommates went on an excursion, so I had the afternoon to myself. The park was beautiful and reminded me of a mini central park. It was created into a garden in 1769 and if it looks familiar, maybe thats because you saw it in our Fairview living room. Haha It is where Monet painted Parc Monceau (shocking). I walked around the park for about an hour or so taking pictures for photography class. It was the beginning of a perfect Paris afternoon.

Then I walked to the arc de triomphe and eventually got on the metro to head towards the grocery store. The sun was setting so when the train passed the tower I figured I would get out and take more pictures. I was taking pictures when a man asked me to watch his bike, while he makes a video. He returned in less than five minutes and we started talking. He said he was a writer and filmmaker in Paris and that he has had a lot of success. I was being short with him after my experience with Barcelona fucker, but he was really nice. After I realized he wasn't scum we started talking about art and the economy and of course, that sexy president elect of ours. He had a lot of interesting things to say, and I was holding my own in a french conversation. He kept saying that you have to experience the city on your own and not with your friends, just lose yourself completley in the city.

So after that he said that Balzac's house wasn't too far so we went on a walk. Seriously? I love Paris, where you can take afternoon walks with french writers. He showed me where the oldest road in the city was and the house and gardens that belonged to Balzac. It was refreshing to meet someone so genuine. He said I should stop by his studio at some point, which I might, but I am running out of time. Sad. Then I walked home in the dusk and spent close to 1000 euros on food and wine. Oh well, I took a cooking class so I wanted to make marinated shrimp and quiches.

As for you Lindsay, I miss you. I want it to be time for fugly party. That was the event of the year. I want to return to PA just for Christmas and then grab you and Kelly and my friend James and take you back to Paris with me. Zin? Yes.