Literally in the crypts of the Pantheon.The other day I bought just a baguette and walked home with it in my hand. I felt very french. People will just walk around with baguettes over their shoulders. Seriously. No joke. Think of every french stereotype. There you go.
My roommates and I visited the Pantheon last week. It's literally a ten minute walk from where we live. The ground floor is cold and full of sculptures and 'frescoes' of French history (ie Joan d'arc etc). The crypt is where the action is though. Victor Hugo, Emile Zola, Voltaire, the Curies are all buried in the depths of the Patheon. I'm not going to lie. It's creepy. Especially since there are spaces open for new burials. In the picture above, Pierre et Marie Curie are entombed on the other side of us. Yes we were disrespectful. Yes it was awesome. We had just taken the picture and scrambled down when a gaggle of french schoolchildren walked into the room on a fieldtrip.
I have, no make that had, a french stalker. Last Tuesday, I was on the metro to buy a new weekly pass since I had lost mine in my wallet. So I realize that it's just me and this guy in the car. Merde. The following exchange (all in french): Him shoving his phone in my face. 'Give me your number!" "blah blah blah" "No, no, no, no" "Get off at this stop w/ me. Let's get coffee." "NO". So to get him to leave me alone I give him my number. NOW let me explain. I know I am stupid. 20 people have already confirmed this. BUT. I was afraid that if I gave him a fake number, he would immediately call it and figure out that it was fake, and then further harrass me. Anyway he called me about 50 times since last Tuesday. Once, 18 times in one morning. Finally, my wonderful friend Samantha, who speaks fluent French, convinced him that he had the wrong number. He hasn't called since Sunday.
I ate escargot for the first time on Sunday. It wasn't what I was anticipating. I liked it. First you dump out this green pesto/garlic sauce from the shell. And then with a prong device, you pry out the snail. Mix in sauce. Eat. It was actually good! Think of calimari. The same consistency. Fun fact: my friend said that they buy the shells and snails separately. So don't worry. I wasn't removing my poor little snail friends from their original homes.
I guess I should explain more about school. It's my official reason for being here, I guess. It's good. I'll explain more later.
A demain.
Actually, I think it the right thing to give him your real number. I'm sorry you had a stalker though. At least he was convinced by your friend.
ReplyDeleteSomeone keeps leaving messages for Margret at our house. There is no Margret that lives at our house. It's a little amusing. He's a very bad stalker.