paris- day cinq
mood: pissed.
so i have a friend i used to go to camp with who is french and lives in paris. we were supposed to meet at least two other times already that he flaked out on. it was fair. we didn't have straightforward plans. toady we had an arrangement to meet by the nearest metro station to my hostel at 3pm. i stayed around this area all morning long because i figured it would be risky to sight see and then try to rush back here. so i wasted half a day in paris. then i waited an hour for this friend to meet me. nothing. and guess what? it rained. and me without an umberella.
i HATE depending on other people in these sorts of situations. i have no phone except pay
phones and i got no answer on what i think is my friend's cellphone.
on to better updates.
last night i decided to head down to the latin quarter/st. germaine to see what was going on there. and to look in english language book stores for more reading material.
the latin quarter is where the sorbonne is so it is very young and hip. i felt eerily like i was near nyu. i didn't find the shakespeare and company bookstore but i had fun wandering around the area. i happened upon an alley with a bunch of prix fix restaurants and got an entire meal (paté, lamb, and peaches) as well as a "half" bottle of wine for about 11 euro. the wine was in a nicely sized caraffe which is why i say "half". the meal was pretty good and i had some nice time to read. wine tends to make dan brown's work better.
after dinner i wandered around a bit more and enjoyed the atmosphere of a college-y area. i know how much i bitch about hipsters and all, but it was a nice change from middle aged tourists all over the place. before i descended into the metro station at st. michel i decided to take a picture of the fountain bearing the same name, so i whipped out my proffesional looking nikon d-70 and someone asked me in english to take their picture. so i say sure and the guy tells me that i speak very good english. awesome. i told him i better since i am from america, and we chatted for a while. he had just flown in from new york as well so we had a lot to talk about. nice chap.
i got another good night's sleep which makes me truly happy. the key really is the wine. j'aime le vin.
since my friend abandonned me i am going to the louvre this evening. apparently admission is free at 6pm. i might only have 3 or 4 hours to paruse the museum but i like the price.
also we got a new room mate yesterday. an american baseball player currently living in italy. he played for the red sox triple a or something? don't know what that means. but that is what he told me. he seems nice.
2 Comments:
Triple A means he's very very good - almost good enough to play major league ball.
Sorry about your friend. That sucks.
More proof that Euro men can't be trusted!
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