We stepped off the plane into a fresh view of everything new, everything shiny, everything clean, everything class. What a stark contrast to our world in South America! Here, in Paris, the name lives up to all it is written in the movies to be - the City of Romance, the City of Lights, the European capital of Beauty. Fashion is never compromised here; every one is dressed in clothes I could only purchase for special events once a year, adorned in accessories from stores I've only seen on Sex and the City, and most importantly, donning their cigarette butt in their hand. A t-shirt and tennis shoes is forbidden, obesity is obsolete, and high heels are always in style - whether riding your bike to work or taking a stroll in one of the beautiful parks. By the way, these fashion faux-pas are not exclusive to women, the men all look like they're about to step on set of an Armani commercial. This city reeks of class, not only in its dress, but in the mid-day wine excursions, the always up-town prices, and of course the enchanting language an American can only envy. I'm not sure I could spend a long time here, because it sure would take a long time to make myself French enough to fit in; however, its inspired me to be a little more beautiful myself!
We spent the first day in the Luxemborg park, strolling the beautiful, flowered walkways and taking a rest in the softness of the perfect grass. Afterwards, we spent a lovely dinner at an outdoor cafe (the weather is only comparable to that one cool, September day in Oklahoma we get when everyone skips class or jobs to run outside at their only chance of the year!), an interesting walk across the bridge through Party Central for young Parisians, and a restless night in a peculiar Student Hostel that creepily reminded us of Hogwarts. The first half of day two was spent on the Metro trying to get from one side of this gigantic city to the other for a different hotel; we apparently failed at our fail-proof plan and ended up taking a pleasant bicycle-taxi across town to the relaxation of our Mariott hotel (Thanks to our good friend and Mariott employee Trevor Sharon). That night, we walked to the Eiffel Tower and enjoyed the light show over a bottle of wine in the grassy park (why can't you drink in Public in America again...?) I made sure to utilize the fantastic amenities of the hotel and gave myself a long, much-needed, warm bath that night.
Our attempts for jobs are on to Bordeaux, the most famous wine region in the world, tomorrow morning.
We spent the first day in the Luxemborg park, strolling the beautiful, flowered walkways and taking a rest in the softness of the perfect grass. Afterwards, we spent a lovely dinner at an outdoor cafe (the weather is only comparable to that one cool, September day in Oklahoma we get when everyone skips class or jobs to run outside at their only chance of the year!), an interesting walk across the bridge through Party Central for young Parisians, and a restless night in a peculiar Student Hostel that creepily reminded us of Hogwarts. The first half of day two was spent on the Metro trying to get from one side of this gigantic city to the other for a different hotel; we apparently failed at our fail-proof plan and ended up taking a pleasant bicycle-taxi across town to the relaxation of our Mariott hotel (Thanks to our good friend and Mariott employee Trevor Sharon). That night, we walked to the Eiffel Tower and enjoyed the light show over a bottle of wine in the grassy park (why can't you drink in Public in America again...?) I made sure to utilize the fantastic amenities of the hotel and gave myself a long, much-needed, warm bath that night.
Our attempts for jobs are on to Bordeaux, the most famous wine region in the world, tomorrow morning.
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