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A Louvre-ly Day
Jun. 11th, 2003 11:31 pmYeah, I knew there was a reason I was fooling around on lj. It's 'cause I meant to post an entry. Right. :)
Ever since my French class started, there's been constant noise outside the window, which consists of loud clanging and drilling and suchlike. This makes it impossible to hear what's being said inside the room much of the time, though it's somewhat better when the windows are closed. So we've been alternating between suffocating and sweltering with the windows closed, or going completely deaf and having to repeat everything several times with the windows open. But today they started painting outside in the hallway. So we couldn't have the door open unless we wanted to breathe lovely paint fumes. Which made the window situation a bit more serious... so during our break, the professor went and investigated the possibility of a room on another floor on the other side of the hallway. She found one on the 2nd floor, and we can have it for the rest of the week, which means two whole less flights of stairs to climb tomorrow and Friday! :)
After class, I went to the Louvre, as I had planned. ( I'm suddenly realizing that this is going to be long-ish, so I'm cutting it. )
By the time I left the Louvre, it was nearly 9:30pm, and I hadn't eaten dinner. So instead of going to the Louvre métro station, I went out the front, by the big glass pyramid, and wandered south and vaguely east, hoping to find a créperie. I didn't, but I found a brasserie with cheap sandwiches, so I had a baguette with paté. (They translated it as 'country pie,' which cracked me up.) I wandered about another block south and discovered a métro station that was on the perfect line; it was actually on the 4, which meant that I didn't have to make any connections at all. I seem to have relatively good luck with finding appropriate métro stations, so far. Going home from Porte d'Orleans, I bought two yummy nectarines from a fruit seller.
So that was my day... and I so need to do laundry. But not tonight, 'cause it's late, which means that me + tomorrow + clothes should be an interesting sociological study of some sort.
Ever since my French class started, there's been constant noise outside the window, which consists of loud clanging and drilling and suchlike. This makes it impossible to hear what's being said inside the room much of the time, though it's somewhat better when the windows are closed. So we've been alternating between suffocating and sweltering with the windows closed, or going completely deaf and having to repeat everything several times with the windows open. But today they started painting outside in the hallway. So we couldn't have the door open unless we wanted to breathe lovely paint fumes. Which made the window situation a bit more serious... so during our break, the professor went and investigated the possibility of a room on another floor on the other side of the hallway. She found one on the 2nd floor, and we can have it for the rest of the week, which means two whole less flights of stairs to climb tomorrow and Friday! :)
After class, I went to the Louvre, as I had planned. ( I'm suddenly realizing that this is going to be long-ish, so I'm cutting it. )
By the time I left the Louvre, it was nearly 9:30pm, and I hadn't eaten dinner. So instead of going to the Louvre métro station, I went out the front, by the big glass pyramid, and wandered south and vaguely east, hoping to find a créperie. I didn't, but I found a brasserie with cheap sandwiches, so I had a baguette with paté. (They translated it as 'country pie,' which cracked me up.) I wandered about another block south and discovered a métro station that was on the perfect line; it was actually on the 4, which meant that I didn't have to make any connections at all. I seem to have relatively good luck with finding appropriate métro stations, so far. Going home from Porte d'Orleans, I bought two yummy nectarines from a fruit seller.
So that was my day... and I so need to do laundry. But not tonight, 'cause it's late, which means that me + tomorrow + clothes should be an interesting sociological study of some sort.
