Ahh Paris. So chic. So French. I am almost done with my second period of grad school, and decided to spend the first half of our exam study week in Paris! No worries though, because if I didn't go to Paris, I would've just been sitting on my ass in Wageningen doing anything BUT studying anyway. I stayed on a street in Montmartre where much of Amelie was filmed with two friends, one of whom had her wallet stolen on the metro by a troll. No really, a troll! The girl who stole it was about 6 inches shorter than I was and had big bushy hair, A TROLL!!!! We tried to find her bridge to get it back but there are too many in Paris so we gave up after a while. Maybe she had a little troll family that she desperately had to feed. Let's pretend.
On Tuesday we went to Versailles, and decided to have a spot of tea in the tea room after we walked around the palace, just like the chic Parisian aristocracy that frequent the place (Can you believe I probably sat in Coco Chanel's farts? Magnifique!) Unfortunately, we were too swept away by the idea of being chic Parisians that we forgot that we are trashy, poor grad students. And upon being seated, we immediately regretted our decision to go to a place that sold 7 euro cups of tea. I can literally buy 8 BOXES of tea with 7 euros. So we did what any rational person would do, we split one cup amongst the three of us. It wasn't embarrassing at all when the waitress repeatedly asked "Just 1 tea... for the 3 of you???" OUI! Now go on and git! We laughed uncontrollably out of embarrassment the entire time. Luckily, the waiter who actually brought it over felt bad for us and brought us an extra pot of hot water to make some more tea out of the one that we ordered. Those French, such kind souls...
And now all that stands in the way of me and home are 2 exams and 1 paper! And an ocean. LIKE A BOSS!!!
On Tuesday we went to Versailles, and decided to have a spot of tea in the tea room after we walked around the palace, just like the chic Parisian aristocracy that frequent the place (Can you believe I probably sat in Coco Chanel's farts? Magnifique!) Unfortunately, we were too swept away by the idea of being chic Parisians that we forgot that we are trashy, poor grad students. And upon being seated, we immediately regretted our decision to go to a place that sold 7 euro cups of tea. I can literally buy 8 BOXES of tea with 7 euros. So we did what any rational person would do, we split one cup amongst the three of us. It wasn't embarrassing at all when the waitress repeatedly asked "Just 1 tea... for the 3 of you???" OUI! Now go on and git! We laughed uncontrollably out of embarrassment the entire time. Luckily, the waiter who actually brought it over felt bad for us and brought us an extra pot of hot water to make some more tea out of the one that we ordered. Those French, such kind souls...
And now all that stands in the way of me and home are 2 exams and 1 paper! And an ocean. LIKE A BOSS!!!
