Paris: Exercise and Folly

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To save both of us time, here's a bulleted list of my entertaining experiences in Paris:

1. I foolishly believed one of the girls in my hostel room knew which way a group rendezvous was. The rendezvous pertained to a 3-hour boat tour of Paris on the Seine, and was actually THE ONE THING I was looking forward to most during our 3-day orientation in Paris. Also involved sprinting from one end of the Ile de la Cité to another (roughly 1.5 miles). Mind you, this was towards the tail end of a 2-month hiatus from any and all physical exercise. End result: exhaustion, stupefaction, and failure. We were still 15 minutes late. Additionally: It was night, and quickly getting late. Suck.

2. Visited Sacre Coeur. Became visibly excited when I happened to turn the corner at the exterior foyer and noticed a brown glove stuck to the stone wall about 30 feet off the ground. Took many pictures, and showed my treasure off to the people I was with. End result: Was met with obvious disappointment and confusion.

3. Spoke in French successfully with the hostel desk receptionist, only to discover he was talking about being a professional soccer player in England for 9 years, who was forcibly removed to France after being stabbed several times. End result: Boost in self-confidence, but incertitude about the accuracy of a) my listening capabilities; or b) the story.

4. Quickly tired of and quit the making- new- friends game. End result: Decided the 3 Musketeers (French!) were wrong. All for everybody else, and 1 for just me (myself). Besides, didn't these girls hear that being aloof is the new black??

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Photos

My Former Life
Reigning supreme over social skills.

Hélas, les bateaux...
This is an example of that boat upon which I had been looking forward to taking a tour on for 3 weeks, but on which I did NOT indeed take said tour.

Comments

[anonymous]

I thought being aloof was the new jungle green!