As per usual 7:30 came too early this morning, and I rolled out of bed into the shivering cold. If this is as cold as it gets in Paris it would be too cold for my liking. I did my usual morning routine and left for class. When I got to school none of my classmates were there, and the schedule on the board didn't have my class listed. Turns out that it's the schedule from yesterday. I then went upstairs to Chanel where my class normally meets, and the door to the hallway was locked. I was still the only student there at 8:30 and began to panic until Kenia showed up.
French wasn't fantastic because I'm sick and sick me doesn't do well with anything first thing in the morning. We have moved onto chapter ten, and started learning about things in our houses (lamps, chairs, sofa, etc). Our class did our oral presentations, but since Raven wasn't in school today, we are scheduled for Tuesday. Kelly has decided that we should be friends and is talking to me more and more. She even asked me to go to an amusement park with her, and has decided that we're absolutely going together. I think she's crazy, but maybe I'll be a little less ice queen with her. I do need a friend afterall….
My music class was cancelled today considering that we are meeting three times next week (the addition is the concert on Tuesday night). I came home and worked on my pop paper and started my French composition before making my grilled cheese. I studied for French, took a break, and then finished reading chapter nine of Horne for my histories class. I'm pretty sure that I'm doing the reading for two weeks from now considering that the class is a week behind, but I'd rather be ahead than behind.
My Tuesday is looking jam packed, so I decided to do some reading that I planned on doing Tuesday today instead because I had an extra hour and a half. It was a short reading about female French singers and sexuality in the 1960s, and I decided to put it off until further notice.
Despite not feeling very sick since it was late afternoon and my morning head cold had faded, I climbed into bed for a marathon of my favorite show. After a bit I got hungry and quickly ate through the few potato chip crumbs I still had in the cupboard. I knew that I couldn't live without my beloved chips. After watching a few more episodes, I got up to do some grocery shopping. I had this weird hankering for warm foods, and ravioli came to mind. I decided to walk to Monoprix in hopes of scoring something for dinner.
I got to Monoprix and found the frozen food aisle. I was going to get some kind of fish with rice, but I put it back after finding canned ravioli with meat sauce. Protein and warmth. A win-win. I also got my cat's tongue cookies that I had been doing without, and a pakage of chocolate chip cookies. Next I walked to Franprix and got two bags of my potato chips and a package of vanilla wafer cookies (you know the one with the cream in the middle). I then went home to make my feast.
I should know better than to buy canned pastas with red sauce. The sauce is always way too sweet and reminds me of kid food. I added in some of my herbed cheese, and it was slightly better. I still have most of the can to eat. I wasn't feeling satisfied after my pasta, so I also ate some potato chips. Delicious.
After dinner, I was determined to read the article for my pop class. It was actually really interesting, and I want to write about Slyvie Vartan for my final paper (you should google her remade version of "Twist and Shout" by the Beatles called "Twiste et Chante).
I knew that my day had been kind of a waste, and I couldn't do that to my faithful readers. I had to do something. I put on my coat, went out the gate, and turned left. I've only been that way when my mom and I got lost on our way to her hotel all those many days ago. I wanted to find out what was over there.
It turns out, that the rest of the Viaduct des Arts is like hipster paradise. All super trendy wine bars with people listening to live music while probably eating organic baby green salads while a artisan umbrella maker works in his shop next door. I'm not kidding. I crossed the street and wound up at some kind of business square with what I think was a mall and train station. I kept walking and found a really cute park that had a foosball table in it! I walked further still, past a Franprix and some interesting restaurants, until I saw a very large stair case on my left across the street.
There was a cute park in front of it, and I stopped to take a picture of a flower. I then took a picture of the stairs with a piece of street art that was on the wall. I need to google the artist who does the Mario Kart tiled images because he has been very busy around Paris. The stairs were very industrial and boring, and since this was the business district in the 11th, I was expecting nothing good.
Turns out that there is a huge park with an expansion bridge and several outlying small parks with sculptures and gardens! It's like paradise! There was hardly anyone there, and the park was quiet and beautiful in the sun's fading hue. I can't believe this has been hiding a few minutes walk from my apartment! I will have to start going there from now on.
I walked passed a little hut that had pieces of wood in it; I took a piece for memory's sake. I kept walking until the garden was gated off due to some kind of hazard. I took the nearby stairs and walked home. Such a beautiful end to my night.
I'm writing this post with a glass of cider to celebrate such a nice adventure.
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