The weather has hit 60°F (or 19°C for the metric users in the house) and Paris is a *slightly* less mean place. Actually, it’s amazing and we’re all as happy as sunbathing clams sitting in a park. First there was a slow trickle of lawn-side loungers, as seen in this photo from Wednesday at Jardin du Luxembourg. By today, all seats are taken and the parks of Paris are alive with the sound of relaxing (I have my headphones in most of the time, so I can’t really tell you what that actually sounds like… I’m just riffing here).
Last Sunday, after buying the largest celery I had ever seen, I found a hat. A super sweet, greyish lavender wool fedora. I had been on the hunt for months – holding out, waiting until I found The One (romantic, right?). My new hat and I went to a weekend antique market near Oberkampf where we found a rose pin to jazz us up, as well as two pairs of matching boots and panties abandoned at a bus stop (pictured below).
I also used Sunday as my day for the 37 Vibrations project. Lyla, an ex-coworker from the JCC sent over the bottle in February. The concept is genius! They explain it best so I’ll copy and paste it in their own words: “37 Vibrations’ red heart bottles are the first in a series of 37 love stories to be released into the wild… Because in music, the difference between a happy note and a sad note is 37 vibrations per second. What effect will 37 love stories have on the world?”
I received Bottle 8, and took it around Paris to photograph it in front of iconic sites. I’m now looking for the bottle’s next host – will it be you? If you’re interested in receiving Bottle 8, wherever you are, get in touch with me (comments, email, telepathy, etc) and I’ll send it over to you!
In other news, I’ve been kicking major ass on my French tests, so on Wednesday I hopped over to the new bubble tea shop across from my school to celebrate. I’m also happy to announce my classroom misanthropy is carrying on very nicely, and there is no fear of new friendships burdening my happily developed social life. I’m also regularly having my patience tested every time my needy neighbor pokes my arm to ask me another fucking question. Breathe… breathe… breathe… I can feel my patience building (or boiling over… hard to tell the difference at this point).
This past week we spent some time learning the past conditional tense, one used to express regrets and the coulda/woulda/shoulda in français. There were two big thoughts that came from this – one, I really have no regrets. Sure, I have made many mistakes (senior year of high school boyfriend ring a bell?), but they’ve all contributed to the elaborate and exciting tapestry of my life. I’m 26 and living in Paris to just study French – I think I’m doing pretty well at “taking the bull by the horns.” The second thought was about something my dad told me before going away to Syracuse, wise words that could have saved me some headaches and long nights if I had heeded them sooner: Get your work done as soon as it’s assigned. Sure, it sounds easy, and I even wrote about this very piece of advice on AwesomeCelina.com during my “99 Days, 99 Lessons” in 2008/9. Since I have no interest in talking to anyone at lunch I’m doing a great job of finishing my homework, which leaves my afternoons free for naps, TV, cooking and absolutely anything else I want – responsibility is liberating!
Went out for drinks Friday night with Agnieszka – she took this photo outside Floors
Saturday afternoon I spent €30 to enter Le Mondial du Tatouage (I sold my ticket to a dude outside upon exiting for