September 22-25th: PARIS!

I love Paris. I just love it. This is where I wanted to study abroad originally. But, no, no bitterness. I left Thursday afternoon by high speed train alone to see my uncle. We of course went to his favorite cafe, Le Select, that evening after stopping by his university's party. Paris is just unbelievable always, I think it's because it reminds me of New York. It is busy at all times, the restaurants are packed (in this case, its usually cafes), and the streets are bustling. Even better, they speak French.
Friday, I met up with my friends from Syracuse who are studying abroad in London for the semester. Ah, it was exciting! Megan, Kaitlin and others and I took a 4 hour walking tour for free! It was great, and it covered so many great attractions of Paris. We saw Notre Dame, Pont Neuf, Saint-Michel, the Latin Quarter, Academie Francaise and more. At night, we headed to the Louvre after 6PM, when it's free. I've been to Paris twice before, but had never been inside it. We stopped at the Mona Lisa (slightly anticlimactic), saw the inverted pyramid and explored some more. We then headed out for a late dinner, hoping to find some good French food for my friends to try. We did, and we all enjoyed it.

The next day we headed to Musee D'Orsay in the morning and then met up with my London friends at the Eiffel Tower. I had wanted to go up for my first time, but the line was huge, so we settled on a nice picnic and lounging under the tower. Seriously, the sight of it never gets old. They all headed out to visit Versailles, but since I've been, I met up with my uncle for some delicious crepes at a place I've been to in Montparnasse. That night, my uncle took Megan, Antoinette and I (studying in Strasbourg with me) to a great French restaurant, called Polidor, that is reasonable and delicious. A full 3 course meal, with an apperatif and wine of course. My friends loved it! We then went to a cafe, where they drank coffee, tea and hot chocolate, and me nothing. I was too full/never understood the concept of drinking coffee after at 11pm. Oh well, I guess I can never be truly French. So nice, I headed back to the 'Bourg early the next morning. J'aime Paris beaucoup. I will be back!