Category Archives: Paris

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La Sorbonne 2.0

As somewhere I go presque everyday, I feel like my first post about la Sorbonne didn’t do my experience justice. From the overcrowding to the language barrier, everyday is a new adventure strugfest…

When I'm on the metro, my anticipation building...

When I’m on the metro, my anticipation building…

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Lucy the Elf, what’s your favorite couleur?

I’ve always felt like I could relate to Buddy the Elf.

My idea of a perfect date...

My idea of a perfect date…

But in Paris, I’ve really empathized with this guy more than ever!

À la Sorbonne, where the other students are all a. 17 years old, and b. Parisian, i.e. 1/2 my size.

À la Sorbonne, where the other students are all a. 17 years old, and b. Parisian, i.e. 1/2 my size.

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Bois de Boulogne

I know it’s wrong to skip class, but Janis said we were friends I really needed a personal health day to explore Paris!

Paris is full of beaux endroits. Think the Luxembourg Gardens, the Tuileries, the Eiffel Tower. So naturally, my friends and I wound up at the Bois de Boulogne, aka Prostitution Park.
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Play Nice

So here’s the thing- I’ve always kind of considered myself a performer. You know, just waiting for my big break. Back in the day, I was always in dance recitals, school plays, a few piano concerts, the occasional Shakespeare recitation, and, okay, I’m just gonna throw it out there, I have a few pieces prepared that I can perform on the spot, just in case I meet a casting director in an airport or something. I can see it now… “Now boarding all passengers in rows–” “Don’t mind her! Act 1, scene 3, The Merchant of Venice. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft in the Rialto…”

casual courtesan 2008

casual courtesan 2008

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Bouledogues et Bébés

Should small children be allowed in formal settings or not…it’s one of those controversial social topics, much like gay marriage or the sanctity of life. Normally I consider myself pretty liberal in these areas (healthcare for all! let them get married!), but this is where I draw the line: do not bring a screaming infant into a fancy restaurant!

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I fell for (and on) my prof…

Speaking of faux pas, last week I may or may not have straddled my professor…
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Breakfast in America

So I’ve been a little homesick the past week or so. I know, I know, how could someone possibly miss Tennessee when they’re à Paris? Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the lack of iced coffee, maybe I’m getting tired of being told my accent is mignon, maybe I just miss my bichon frise, but every once in a while, I really do wish that I was on old Rocky Top! And what better way to honor les états-unis than to eat at a diner called Breakfast in America?

the Obama Milkshake in honor of the upcoming election

BIA is cool, everyone speaks English, but it’s one of those places you only want to eat at like once ever and then go to Club Med for the rest of the day week.