i love...

IFE for getting us the Carte Louvre Jeunes which gets us into the Louvre for free, goat cheese, the Paris metro system, the inexpensive wine, orangina, the price of a baguette, the churches, Caroline and Misha's apartment, Lily Allen Laura Veirs and Liam Finn's albums, the Centre Pompidou, the cleaning lady at my foyer, my phonetics professor, my two professors named Jerome, nutella, and the Casino supermarket near home that has everything and is super cheap. That's the upside to living in the ghetto on the outskirts of Paris. And the laundromat is much cheaper too. I came across a gallery near Caroline's place and went to a Lichtenstein exhibit which was really exhiting because I am currently going through a contemporary/pop art phase. Went to dinner in the Marais, which is the very adorable and beautiful gay quarter. Had cheap Vietnamese food (notice how cheap is the key word in this here blog) and found a MyBerry, or as Caroline calls it, the PinkBerry of Paris. Had class the next day in the Marais and Jerome took us to see the Centre Pompidou which appears to be an eyesore at first, but it's really cool because when it was built, they wanted it to be a completely flexible art space, so all of the pipes, stairs, elevators and interior plumbing and heating was moved to the exterior in color-coded stripes. Then he took us to see a bunch of different galleries in the Marais because there are a million of them there. And he took us to the gallery that he owns in this incredible space between two buildings and all of the art there by Dutch artist Kees Visser. The rugby game between Ireland and France was last night, which was insane, mostly because France won and there were more Irish people at the bar where we were. And we all look really Irish. It's cold here. Very cold. I also love Dad and Mom for helping me out and sending me warm clothes.

bisous !!