So I'm downloading a bunch of "nouvelle vague" films right now. I'll start my first voyage into the realm of black and white, snob-fest, film critiquing with "Á Bout de Souffle (Breathless, 1960)" currently ranked number 3 of director Jean-Luc Godard's top ten films PRE-1968... you see? I'm already annoying myself.
Below are some photos taken after dinner. Vogue menthols, my lima bean scramble and an oreo binge = Justine + Brit typical night in Paris. Bah OUI!
If you're missing Paris right now... it's about to go below zero again... >=[ so count your blessings, I suppose; although, I did find myself sweating a little bit today in my tunic and coat. Does this mean I've become acclimated? A terrifying thought, indeed. Today consisted of boring-ly busy orientation week things: La Sorbonne information session, Institut Catholique information session, a short placement test, intensive french classes, grocery shopping at the Ledru-Rollin Monoprix @7:15pm (which is NOT advisable, seeing as everyone in the bottom of the 11th quarter was doing their own last minute dinner shopping...), and then hanging out in the apartment with Justine, and then wining with Samira and her friend Mona. My tummy is growling angrily after the 4-oreo-binge I went on post-dinner-and-Riesling. It's playing its own little digestive tune. So I sit, and let my gluteus maximus' (maximi?) feel like they are congealing and tap away slack-jawed and much too awake for 1:46 am Paris time. Blahhhhhhh. Why can't I sleep???
If i could sum up the night in one photo...
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