I am going to do this in parts. This is Part 1 of September.
My flight to France left from Boston, so my parents and I went a few days early to see the city and colleges. This was the view from the top of our hotel. I think the reason I love cities so much is the idea of millions of people living in compact buildings, not necessarily knowing everyone but still existing simultaneously. And looking at the lights at night makes me wonder about all the different existances that glow and flicker. Its like Nick in the The Great Gatsby said of New York, ” Yet high over the city, our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
This was my first friend in France (and one of my best friends to this day) Sydney. Isn’t she a cutie? This is from our first weekend out. We didn’t really know what french kids did on the weekends, so we ended up getting sushi and ice cream and walking around and being generally confused because we didn’t see any kids our age out. We eventually ended up googling what french kids do on the weekends. It was a quality night. The man at Haagen-Dazs made fun of us for being American.
This kind of explains my year. Just sitting and looking at a city and learning. About how things work in different places.
Syd, if you are reading this, peep my ankles.
That night, Sydney and I took the metro and we got really excited because we saw a man wearing stripes and red pants, and we were like holy moly this man is the French stereotype personified. We need to take a stalker picture. So I pretended to take a picture of Syd (you can see her elbow) but then at the last minute casually tilted my camera and snapped this gem. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as stealthy as I thought, and the man wearing glasses saw me take it and gave me that sassy look. We decided he was the epitome of skepticism and perhaps more French than striped shirt man.
I took this the first week of school. On a Thursday, I bought flowers for my host family and attempted to take an artistic photo on my walk to the bus stop because they looked so pretty. But then a gust of wind blew my hair and ruined the frame, but I don’t really care I still like it.
There was a cat that came to visit me sometimes which was lovely because I missed my cats so much. I named her Amelie (in reference to one of my favorite French movies). She stopped coming around December, though. Also please note that Google Translate is up on my computer. Shoutout to Google Translate.
Me the day before my 17th birthday. It was starting to get cold and sweater weather had arrived.
Syd is adorable. Her timberlands matched her sweater and twas cute.
Enjoy this angsty photo of me in a castle.
A poem by Miro (from a Miro museum we visited). My favorite line:
sous la robe miniscule
d’une clarté jetée sur les épaules
le printemps prend par le main
l’innocence de la route
(in the tiny dress/of a jetty thrown upon the shoulders/spring takes the innocence of the road by the hand)
I like it because I don’t understand it but at the same time I do a little bit. I’m going to get deep temporarily and say that is a metaphor for life. Bam. Depth.
XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress