Bonjour mes Amis!
I've been in Paris three days, and though it's been raining on and off, I've refused to let this interfere with my explorations. This morning I was determined to pay hommage to victor Hugo and thus marched resolutely into the downpour in search of notre dame. Even with my umbrella I got drenched, running into the church screaming, 'sanctuary! Sanctuary!' a la Esmerelda. The interior took my breath away. I'm not religeous, and no building is likely to covert me, but if one could, it would be notre dame. It's just so huge and ornate and ancient, it's pretty hard not to be blown away.
After that, I blasted some Les mis on my iPod and headed through the student quarter to the pantheon, where Hugo is buried. I swear I soaked up a few iq points just by being in there! Points to Paris for having a building dedicated to great thinkers!
Well, that pretty much filled my education quota for the day, so I headed for a stroll in the jardins des Luxemburg before lunch then hit the shops. I'll be honest, I showed little restraint. But I feel it was necessary. Parisians are just so beautiful and exquisitely dressed (imagine a city filled with close relatives of the Cullens) so you can imagine how I've been feeling with my seven weeks of regrowth and travel-weary jeans and hoodies. Yeah, not good. But infinitely better now I have new clothes : )
There is mystery beneath all this beauty, however, as there are more pattiseres than people, and yet, everybody reamins skinny. I honestly don't understand. At first I thought that maybe all the sumptuous looking treats might actually taste horrible, but I've sampled the nuttela crepes, the pain au chocolat, chocolat chaud and macaroons, and I can honestly say Parisians make the best desserts everywhere. If my room wasn't on te sixth floor and if I was more inclined to spend money on metro tickets rather than clothes, I'd be making an elephant look like a lightweight by now!
Well, am very tired from walking off all the food and REALLY need my beauty sleep (looks up as guy who makes Edward look almost ugly walks past, and sighs with longing). Also, need to be up bright an early: have declared tomorrow )
gothic day and will need my wits about me to face all the catacombes, crypts and cemeteries!
French kisses,
Margaux
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I would like a more detailed description of your new wardrobe, please, and perhaps some pictures! I want to come to Paris just so I can buy new clothes; I'm so envious. I think it's almost washing time again. But back to Barcelona tomorrow :)
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