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A day trip to the beach. This sunny weather seems to have no end. We arrived at the hight of high tide, but as the water went out if unburried many things that we could only see hints of at the beginning. Like this pool, when we first saw it it was only some random…
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I get some asian takeout and find a park to rest in shade for lunch and read some of the many numerous things I have for my litterature class. Soft grass and a wall that looks like it should be a castle. Perhaps it once was? Chopsticks in French are called baguettes. But in a…
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Pharmacy across from the women’s prison. I wandered the area around the metro stop Jacques Cartier to try and find the thrift store near by. I arrived early, when they were still closed for the two hour french lunch time, and was hoping to find some other treasures in the area. But only found the…
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The streets at sunset. I was looking for a café or bar to just sit and paint in the evening. Taking in the French culture, while working on my art. Looking for inspiration. An inspiration more tangible than the constant here. I tried my little crazy Breton bar, but it was closed for reasons not…
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While going on a trip to the hardware store and attempting to figure out how to walk there I deviated from my home drawn map when I came across a sidewalk surrounded by woods that seemed to be like a snake inbetween large residential buildings. This wooden path eventually led me to a simple but…
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After dinner we take the metro back home and as we come out of the Kennedy station we hear African drumming. For the past few days tents have been set up next to the metro station, but none of us are quite sure as to why. During the day they seem to have booths set…
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Carousel at sunset. I went out to dinner last night with the other Americans from Carolina. Pizza and spaghetti sitdown joint. Because we were a group of five we were placed in the backroom next to the refridgerator. I made a joke about us all being too ugly to be allowed to sit up front. I got…
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I think this was my first time actually walking on a red carpet and not just some cheap rug that happens to be red and someone is calling a red carpet.
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So not all of yesterday was a bust. Before the drunken bloody Rue de la soif escapade happened I went by the mayor’s house for a speech to the study abroad students welcoming them to the city. The interior of the building was absolutely gorgeous, although this was to be expected since the exterior is…
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I am so done with going out to the bars in a group. The 20 year old americans all ‘pregamed’ it too much that once they made it downtown they were already too drunk to figure out which bar they were going to. Then the Russian girl who came along, and attached herself to me,…
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