On Wednesday I went to the catacombs. They were interesting, but kind of monotonous after a while. One gigantic stack of bones looks just like another. I'm going back next Wednesday for pictures. Tripods are forbidden in the tunnels, but that's just so that dumb tourists won't hold up traffic and knock over the bones. I'll take my tiny tripod that I can conceal in my pocket.
On Friday morning I took advantage of the sunny day and went to Cemitière Père LaChaise. I was quite blown away by how a cemetery could be so... romantic. I spent about two hours there. When I finally found Wilde's grave I was dismayed to discover that the otherwise poetically beautiful white stone and lipstick marks were marred by graffiti saying OSCAR LIVES and MORGAN ♥ OSCAR. So that just made me mad at whatever idiots thought they were oh so clever scrawling on his GRAVE in what looked like red crayon.
Saturday I finally got down to business revising this cursed Gainsbourg assignment. Since I had time, I went all the wat back to the Cité de la Musique where the exhibition was to try to look at the information again. Afterwards I took the train over to the next arondissement to the Parc des Buttes Chaumont, which in my opinion is the most beautiful park in Paris. I found a secluded spot at the top of the hill and did the most intense session of Qi Gong Tai Chi standing that I've ever done. My legs were shaking and my vision was bleeding yellow! It was really cool.
After I stopped I walked around the rest of the park and suddenly heard the sound of drums. Figured it had to be another protest, so I followed the sound out of the park. I walked through this children's carnival and came upon this crowd of elaborately dressed African women. But behind them was ANOTHER crowd of Arabs, and it was the Arab musicians who had the drums. Turns out that the 7th was a huge day for weddings. The Arabs were fine with me snapping photos, but the Africans glared at me, so I left.
And then last night happened. Simply put, Mme Chamayou delivered a lecture saying that she wanted me in m room or out of the house, because, as she claimed, I was "disrupting their being a family." I was going to write a whole long rant about how she's psychotic, but since I talked to Dr. Costello an hour ago, the issue's pretty much resolved. I might well have to switch families.
4 comments:
I love the people pictures. You captured the moments.
Sorry for your domestic problems. I hope everything is resolved soon
Love,
Mom (your real Mom!)
I hope everything is resolved at the home soon. I guess you should be more careful not to upset your host, even if she is neurotic. You are still the guest.
what exactly happened with your host family... i am curious.
I spent half of Saturday and most of Sunday at the house doing homework, leading Mme to assume that I must not have any friends and would be staying home constantly in the future. Somehow this assumption metastasized into her demanding that I get out more and that I not use the Internet in the living room, THE ONLY ROOM THAT HAS DECENT INTERNET, and stay in my room all the time, because my mere PRESENCE in the living room is disturbing to them "being a family."
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