just got back from a wonderful weekend in paris. a bunch of us were given permission to skip classes on friday and attend Asia Day at the paris campus, so zu and i took advantage of the trip to stay for the rest of the weekend. on friday night, i stayed with zu at his friend abhijit’s place in the 14th arrondissement, which was coincidentally near chez papa (my favorite restaurant in paris) and also the hostel FIAP jean monnet where i stayed the next night with another friend. the same friend was passing through paris and i was supposed to meet up with him to show him around, so over the weekend we gave him a decently cheap and thorough tour of the city by metro. within 36 hours, we went to notre dame, the hôtel de ville, centre georges pompidou, the louvre pyramid, champs élysées, l’arc du triomph, the eiffel tower, montmartre, sacré coeur and jardin du luxembourg. not bad, i’d say!
it was such a joy to get out of le havre and wander around paris. my body may be back in drippy haute-normandie but my heart is still with the filthy streets, the goldish colour of parisian buildings under the sunset, the street musicians, the paris metro and the many unexpected glimpses of the eiffel tower from all over the city. the thought of spending 2 years there for my masters makes me euphorically happy. this afternoon we bought a bottle of champagne rosé from a fair at montmartre, picked up some glasses from abhijit’s and went to the jardin du luxembourg for a drink. we sat down near a bench and spent a good hour there, chatting and laughing, sipping from our makeshift champagne glasses. a lady jogging past us smiled at our simple luxury and gave us a thumbs up. two nights before, we sat at this bar directly opposite the fontaine st. michel, drinking beer at €6.50 a bottle. we felt extremely poor afterward and somewhat snubbed by our haughty bartender, but the view of the fontaine and the numerous tourists bustling through the streets even at midnight made us feel all-knowing, glamorous, parisian.
you could be poor as a church mouse in paris and still feel like an emperor for all the sensory luxury you soak up from the city. perhaps that is the charm of the city for me: that students with shallow pockets can boast of pee-ing at notre dame when drunk, sit watching the eiffel tower sparkling at night when tired, drink amazing champagne rosé on a bench in a garden when waiting to pass the afternoon.
edit oct 14: realised i did take a few pictures after all!