Bad History
So, it is officially one month till my sister comes to Paris. Very exciting. I know the city so well now and I actually appreciate it, most of the time.
Today! Great day. I had my last class for this History class that was held in a movie theatre room. The prof mumbled in French all the time, so I am glad that is over. Just have one class on Thursday, then two exams and I am through.
Also, got my hair cut (finally) today. It feels healthy.
I've been meaning to get over to the Concorde for weeks now, just to check it out and what not. Finally get there and read the gold-lettered inscription on the obelisque. Then while side-stepping a Japanese tourist and his videocamera, I see this plaque. I read the plaque. OOOHHH, so this is where Louis the 16th and Marie Antoniette were decapitated, along with MANY others just after the revolution. It sort of puts the words in history books into perspective. And it also makes me feel even more awkward whilst touristing.
In other disturbing news: figured out last week that if I take a slight detour while walking to school, I can cut through the Montparnasse cemetary (which I'd already visited with my ma) and can take glance at the graves of a few of my favourite dead French and Irishman-writing-in-French writers, Beauvoir, Baudelaire and Beckett. I like this cemetary.
But I saw walking through it yesterday eating these stale italian cookies left over from our 'multicultural bring the food from your country' picnic that my French class (which only has international students in it) had, when I realized that maybe it isn't cool to eat cookies or anything in a cemetary. I'm still not sure.
Oh well. The Jardin des Tuileries is now my favourite garden even though it's really all dirt and you're not allowed to sit on the grass. It has the best ponds and statues. Vancouver needs more random gardens downtown. And that dogshit park in Yaletown does not count. Neither does pigeon park. And Stanley Park is too marginal. Let's tear down a starbucks and build a park. Yay, aimless revolution, ect.
I'm beginning to get on my own nerves, enough.
La fin.
Today! Great day. I had my last class for this History class that was held in a movie theatre room. The prof mumbled in French all the time, so I am glad that is over. Just have one class on Thursday, then two exams and I am through.
Also, got my hair cut (finally) today. It feels healthy.
I've been meaning to get over to the Concorde for weeks now, just to check it out and what not. Finally get there and read the gold-lettered inscription on the obelisque. Then while side-stepping a Japanese tourist and his videocamera, I see this plaque. I read the plaque. OOOHHH, so this is where Louis the 16th and Marie Antoniette were decapitated, along with MANY others just after the revolution. It sort of puts the words in history books into perspective. And it also makes me feel even more awkward whilst touristing.
In other disturbing news: figured out last week that if I take a slight detour while walking to school, I can cut through the Montparnasse cemetary (which I'd already visited with my ma) and can take glance at the graves of a few of my favourite dead French and Irishman-writing-in-French writers, Beauvoir, Baudelaire and Beckett. I like this cemetary.
But I saw walking through it yesterday eating these stale italian cookies left over from our 'multicultural bring the food from your country' picnic that my French class (which only has international students in it) had, when I realized that maybe it isn't cool to eat cookies or anything in a cemetary. I'm still not sure.
Oh well. The Jardin des Tuileries is now my favourite garden even though it's really all dirt and you're not allowed to sit on the grass. It has the best ponds and statues. Vancouver needs more random gardens downtown. And that dogshit park in Yaletown does not count. Neither does pigeon park. And Stanley Park is too marginal. Let's tear down a starbucks and build a park. Yay, aimless revolution, ect.
I'm beginning to get on my own nerves, enough.
La fin.