this wednesday je suis alle aux halles. is that right? if jared read my blog. he'd prob correct me. rude. like i KNOW you are basically fluent you butt, i'm trying. (not bitter over corrections sent over family email chain. not at all.) les halles is the historical market place of paris. like back in the day... all the food came in to les halles, and all the distributors bought it wholesale in les halles and then sold it to the people of paris from their stores/bodegas/carts/whatever.
interesting tid bit. it is pronounced LAY ALLS. not laysalls. like most words starting in vowels. just a tid bit. in this CASE. the s from the les does not carry over. yes i learned that in architecture class. yes the class is full of random tid bits. yes. its hard.
anyway. per usual. amelia and i meet by school then head over to the field trip destination to find lunch then meet at the destination. we wander around. find a cafe with seating in the sun. my salad comes with some home fries atop it. as well as a protein i cannot pronounce in french and have refused to look up. i am pretty sure i don't want to know what it is. i ate it. my new philosophy is if they eat i am fine. french people live for so long.
side note (promise its related): on saturday night i stayed in bed taking a personal day. catching up with bensinger. watching movies. reading. snoozing. personal day. at night dana decided it was probably healthy for me to remove the wooden panels from my windows. let light in. and get outside for dinner and fresh air. we headed over to indiana cafe, on circle over from our lovely pereire. i wanted a burger. they had them. so parfait. i order my burger. she asks how i want it done. i say medium well because i am in france. and raw is the norm. it comes. ALIVE. the burger was breathing. it was seared on the outside. the disguise of being cooked. but alive on the inside. note my new mentality above. if they do it i can. so i ate it. that was saturday. its friday. i'm alive. but you should probably all pray for me anyway. thanks in advance.
back to les halles. after lunch we head over to the church of st eustache to learn about architecture and history. duh. the class. duh.
we arrive. wanklyn. our professor. says he saw me and amelia. shouted to us. and we didnt answer. 2 hours ago. awk. we were getting lunch. more awk. we were mo def talking about him. his class is so hard WAH.
well you win some you lose some. after the church we head over to the fountain of the innocents. yes the innocents. like the cemetery of the innocents. have some culture people. as we are chilling. discussing how the fountain has been greatly modified. how one of the sides was carved by a different sculptor. how there used to be basically no water that came from it. yadda yadda. it becomes quite evident we are in the equivalent of what some may say the "paris hood". wanklyn alludes to a time when he was harassed while lecturing here and was forced to leave. he told us if this happens again our grades will reflect what we did to protect him. hi. yeah. i'll take that f. when in danger. run.
while sitting there the catacombs comes up. i say i wanna go. amelia said she tried to go, 2.5 hour wait. i say we should go tomorrow.
count it. plans made. tomorrow is catacomb day.
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