Monday, July 10, 2006

last paris blog

or at least it is probably my last paris blog. i have no idea how i am spending my time between the end of the field season and my flight from paris to new york.

so last night after zoo-i-ness i went with the american baseball player roommate to watch the world cup. can i say absolute insanity? i've never seen anything like it, and i went to a big 12 university.

when we got off the subway stop at bastille we immediately saw people in 20 person deep groups outside of all the bars/eating establishments with televisions. most people were either painted with italy or france's colors on their person or draped in their respective flags. oh and they were shnockered. and carrying air horns. by a stroke of luck we found a restaurant with a television and decent prices to sit in while the game was going on. i was far more interested in my wine and the kid at the next table with a huge rat tail than the match, but it was fun. i was extremely happy that france didn't win because that meant i got sleep. the italians were going nuts though. we ended up walkign over to hotel de ville just to take pictures and a group of 7 enthusiastic italians were there with their hooting and hollering and flag waving. in about 20 or 30 minutes the group grew to about...i don't know...200. it was quite the party though.

today i basically did nothing but walk which was painful because i felt like wearing cute shoes. bad idea. once i found a nice lush garden in the evening i plopped like a ton of bricks and stayed until i got kicked out.

tomorrow i meet the advisor at the train station for to start the field season. fun and exciting. i doubt i will have as much internet access if any until the end of july...maybe in germany? until then i hope everyone can beat the heat and have a great few weeks!

2 Comments:

At 8:37 PM, Blogger Dr. Brazen Hussy said...

I've enjoyed this vicarious trip through Paris! Good luck at the field site!

 
At 6:44 AM, Blogger Arbitrista said...

Why is it people insist on wearing shoes that hurt? I really don't understand.
Bad luck being in Paris during the World Cup. But lucky being in Paris at all! You really made me anxious to go.

 

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