Monday, July 11, 2011

brazillians and baguettes

a friend once told me that in college you had to pick two out of the following; schoolwork, sleep, and having a social life. it has become quite evident that "sleep" is the one that gets left out... especially seeing as paris opens at about 11pm. these late nights are followed by early morning and the occasional few hours of sleep. these late nights do, however, put you on the metro at the best time of day/night...right before closing. at about 1 or 2 you see some very interesting things on the metro, some of which i could do without but others that are just plain funny. the other night a very drunken couple tried to discreetly "hook up" underneath a jacket, while everyone was staring and laughing. they never noticed that they were being watched and weren't alone seeing as they were completely plastered.

the morning on the other hand is the worst time of day to ride the parisian metro. it is the time (apparently) that the homeless men of paris come out from their niches (yes i just threw an AP Bio word in there) and relieve themselves. at 7am pretty much the last thing i want to see is a homeless man unzipping his pants. you know the myth that the paris metro smells like piss? well here is the explanation.

the only thing possibly more unpleasant than the sight of penises a la metro, is an 8h (8am to you americans) phonetics class. although i think that when we go to the phonetics lab and wear the crazy microphone things, i look like a cute pilot. after that and a nice walk across jardins du luxembourg it is time for french. 2 hours of it. at 9 30h. it is slightly too early to understand all of the accents in our class (swedish, mexican, brazillian, iranian, turkish....etc.) it is like french with a twist.

our teacher is quite lovely, although she did get quite upset with us one day. the french are very picky about their boulangeries and she had said that she did not particularly like the one closest to our class. one day at lunch we all went over there because we were hungry and it was close (logical). she happened to be having a smoke in the square right near the boulangerie and saw us all. she was offended that we went to the "bad" boulangerie.

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