Weekend in Paris

Bonsoir, tout le monde, ça va? Moi je vais très bien.

Ryan and I decided to spend the weekend in Paris because we did not have Friday classes. Ryan’s friends, Marou & Bene, have generously allowed us hospitality. On Friday, we made our way via tram to the train station SNCF in Caen, purchased our tickets, and hopped on the next train to Paris…a lot easier than I thought! The train reminded me so much of the Hogwarts Express; there were cubicles for everyone; it was so cute! Ryan and I didn’t really know what to do so we just sat down in a basically empty one and put on our headphones as the two-hour long journey began. There were two other men in the cubicle with us, though soon after we had 4 other people join us. They noticed that I was reading the English version of Cosmo and were asking each other if I spoke English or not. I finally raised my head and said, “Oui, je parle français.” They were hard to understand because of all the slang they were using, but we made small talk for the rest of the journey. From what I was able to understand, they live in the Paris suburbs, but were in Caen to take their driver’s tests, in which some passed and some failed.
As soon as I stepped out onto the streets of Paris, I knew I was home. It felt so good to be back, and it has only been about a week and a half since we left! I pulled out my camera and started snapping photos. After, we got on at nearest metro stop to get to Marou and Bene’s house. Ryan and I decided that is one of the most fascinating things about Paris; you can never get lost as long as there’s a metro station nearby. It’s so easy to figure out and find your way anywhere. Anyways, we ended up being directly on-line 12, so we had to take 16 stops until we got to ours. From there it was only about a 5 minute walk. They live in a small apartment on the 4th floor (72 stairs, no elevator). When we got there, we were quite tired and out of breath. We talked to Marou’s boyfriend, Christophe, whilst Marou got ready for work. Marou and Christophe left and we just kind of chilled out, which was nice. Eventually we went to the corner grocery store, 8 a huit, and bought sandwiches. At around 8:30 we met Marou downstairs and drove to the bars near the Bastille, which was really fun.

The next morning we got up around 10:30 or so and got ready (slowly). Ryan took me to the Moulin Rouge and the Musée d’Erotisme, an erotic sex museum in what would be the Red Light District of Paris. Seven floors of sex; let’s just say it was an entertaining visit. It was Ryan’s second time and my first time here; I’m so glad he took me; it’s such a unique experience! We spent about an hour and a half there and then we got Panini’s at a corner crèperie. Next we walked to Monmartre because we didn’t spend much time there during our entry tour. We walked up to the Sacre Coeur and took some pretty photos. We tried to search for Picasso’s house, though we were unsuccessful. However, we did get to walk around a new area of Paris, which is always awesome. After an awesome afternoon, we returned to the apartment. Tonight was a soirée at Marou’s house! Today, Sunday, Ryan and I went with Marou to her parents’ house for lunch, which was fabulous, as are all meals in France.

 Marou, Ryan, and me out in La Bastille

Le Moulin Rouge

 Le Sacre Coeur, Montmartre

 Une jambe féminine, au musée d’érotisme

 Ma belle vue de Paris de Montmartre

I came back around 6:00 pm to Caen by train; I had a wonderful meal with my family tonight, and tomorrow real classes start.


xxxxxx Dana

One thought on “Weekend in Paris

  1. Hi Great Grand! I was just catching up on your blog… it seems like you are having a fab time, just like I knew you would. : ) I don't know what the weather is like in France this time of year, but it's totally white death here today (and VERY cold). I wish I spoke French so I could leave something witty here but oh well! Miss you! : )

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