21 days in France. Does it seem that long to you? The weeks are a blur, and I mark the weekends with pictures, each one a mini vacation. I don't work on the weekends (yet.) I am used to the french keyboards now, and typing this entry on my ibook is confusing. On satudray I completed my Parisian transformation by buying a long black coat, a book to read on the metro, and entrance into a paris nightclub. Dancing ahoy. Also, I've decided English is a beautiful and underrated language. I love hearing it. This sunday I was rewarded by further exploration of le Marias and the latin quarter. The Picasso museum was just the right size, and I stumbled upon it on a free entrance day. Pictures ahoy. At school, film stuff really got rolling.
... read more