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  • 29 years old
  • From Kentucky, United States
  • Currently in Paris, France

Paris or Bust

A catalogue of my journey and experiences in the world's heart of art and romance!

Half way across the world yet still at home

France Paris, France  |  Jun 28, 2010
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 On the way up I also realized how very Americanized Paris can be! I felt like I was driving a crooked version of New York streets or something with all the American branding 


 So I spontaneously awoke today at 6 AM Paris time. Even though I only got about 4 hours of sleep last night I suppose my body just decided to wake up anyway. I took the extra time to put away some of my things since they are sitting around in the floor at the moment. Although, I still have quite a few things to put away. I suppose now is as good a time as any to put into record some of thoughts about my trip thus far. It goes without saying, I think, that I hate airports. But, surprisingly the Charles De Gaulles airport was not too crowded and was easy to navigate.My rescheduled flight yesterday was delayed by an hour due to lightning, so my arrival in Paris was late. Because of such a late departure time I was forced to take a cab to IESA and meet everyone for morning classes. The cab ride was....an experience to say the least. The French, in my opinion, drive crazy! There seems to be little regard for traffic laws in general, and absolutely no understanding of pedestrian right of way. Motorcyclists are also a huge issue here as they whip through traffic at 50+ mph driving on lines and weaving out and about. There were two accidents on the highway on the way from the airport so I also got to see lots of French police cars. The police cars here have really obnoxious sirens. But, it is nice that they sometimes have an officer on a motorcycle that will proceed the cop car to make sure people make space for the vehicle. On the way up I also realized how very Americanized Paris can be! I felt like I was driving a crooked version of New York streets or something with all the American branding. I found it rather hilarious because I saw a Weight Watchers on the way to IESA. People always say that French women don't get fat, but apparently they do if they need a Weight Watchers! It took me nearly an hour and a half to get to IESA from the airport due to traffic, and it cost me around 80 dollars American. Insanity. And when I did arrive the painting course was already partly over. The people at IESA were welcoming and understanding though, so it was not a huge deal. After Painting I went back to my studio apartment ( i.e. sardine box) with my roommate Susan so I could put my luggage into the room and take a shower before photography at 2. I will say, dragging luggage through the metro is not fun. After photography we also had to go to a discussion by some investment bankers about art collections. I was already very tired ( having been awake for about 26 hours at that time) but I made it through. There was sparkling wine and appetizers all over, lots of well dressed people, lots of French I didn't understand. But, it was fun. Afterwards me a few girls took the metro back and scaveneged for some food, picking a small little shack where I got a burger, fries and drink for 4 Euro. Boy by the time I got home my feet were killing be because of my shoes. I now have busted blisters all over my feet and it is very uncomfortable but I will make it through. That is mostly my entire journey yesterday so I suppose I will finish up with a few observations and then go to class.1) France doesn't really smell to me, maybe it is my acclimation to city smells.2) The French,from what I can tell, cannot drive.3) French people are not rude at all! In fact I saw a stranger lift a mans wheel chair so he could exit the metro, another man carry a woman's stroller and baby up the stairs for her, and other acts of kindness. The French seem to be very helpful and nice people as long as you don't go yelling English that them!

Until next time,


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