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September 23, 2011

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,…
September 22, 2011

Hanging out in my tiny apartment in France. This tickle in the back of my throat seems to be getting worse. But the motivation to go to the Carrefour and get soups and whatnot is not exactly there.. Thankfully I am done with classes until Monday.
September 21, 2011

My first homemade meal since arriving in France. Noodles with red sauce, of course. I don’t have a cutting board, or a knife other than my new pocket knife, so the process of making this was rather slow and hazardous, as I try not to cut my thumb while slicing. Thankfully I didn’t but making…
September 21, 2011

I am going to have to give a presentation on Sartre in december for my French lit class so I went by the Sainte Anne metro stop to check out the books for sale on the street. I had already spent most of my afternoon in the tea house next to the drawbridge painting so…
September 18, 2011

My first tea cup and teapot bought in France. The tea cup and its saucer don’t match exactly, but it was 2 euros, and both are from France with a similar design… And the tea pot well… I have been jealous of my friend Charlotte’s awesome elephant tea pot for years now and I saw…
September 18, 2011

I returned to the market this morning, although I read the internets wrong and thought that the market opened back up at 8h. In reality it opened at 10h, so I wandered the streets for two hours and since it was a Sunday and nothing in France was open, except for a few bakeries that…
September 17, 2011

I showed up to the flea market as they were setting up to see if I could find any great deals, on things that I am in need of. Two handpainted (which seems to be the regional thing and less of the fine porcelaine like Limoges like I suspected) plates and one dinner fork and…
September 17, 2011

http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/10310447606/tumblr_lrnwhfUrCZ1qa6icr&color=FFFFFF&logo=soundcloud Sitting in a wicker chair covered in pillows (none of the chairs and tables match) in a café for only tea next to the drawbridge in the middle of town, music plays over the tiny radio by the counter. The ceiling sags. [The building is probably older than any building I have been in…
September 17, 2011

Sitting at a café I watch the carousel workers remove the metal grating and tarp that was put on for the night. Children and parents gather to get on and watch, some bring chairs. The song Nantes by Beirut chimes its opening note through the old cracking speakers and the carousel begins to turn. The first…
September 17, 2011

I went by the market this morning to get a few item for making food. Garlic now hangs from my window latch. The decor is sparse, but that will change. [Hopefully there will be some cheap pots and pans at the flea market tomorrow. Until then I got some avacados, so french bread and avacados…