paris

11.01.12 / I have so much to say. I really do. But unfortunately, right now in Paris, the clock just turned two AM. This means, for just this post, that I am going to keep it semi-short. But next time I post, you better hold on to your hats; My words may well be long-winded. 
For now, let me just tell you that being in Paris has purely been a dream. I wake up each morning (on a long, red,  velour-esque sofa) to a softly, yet brilliantly lit courtyard, that rests just three stories beneath the two bright eyes of my bedroom (AKA- the living room), which, are the balcony windows of 104 Rue Boileau. They remind me that I have another day. Another day, in Paris. One more count of twenty-fours that allow me to explore the city. Twenty-four hours doesn't seem to go as far in Paris, though, because there are about a million lovely cafes, boutique shops, quaint bookstores, restaurants, museums, etc., etc. And on top of all that, I am expected to sleep as well? I guess that's what the Metro is for. Or, if you're my Grandma Jo, you just live by the motto, "You can sleep when you're dead." Whatever works.
Today I went to the Musee du Louvre. It was a madhouse! Complete insanity. That's what I get for going on a Francine holiday, I guess. Nevertheless, the art didn't change from its incredible and indescribable form, size, color, shape, depth and historical significance. I loved it. All of it. Well, everything, except for the approximate one thousand people who merely occupied the square space that hosts the painting of Monna Lisa. Crazy, really. But the painting was beautiful. So beautiful! And wow, the works of La Croix, David, Monet... stunning. Seriously amazing expressions these artists' works carry.
And now, after spending a few hours recharging my battery (eating dinner with friends, laughing about who knows what, and reading the definitions of our names on Urban Dictionary), my camera's battery, my laptop's battery, my phone's battery... I am left with a slightly dizzy head, an increasingly-inspired heart, a grateful spirit (for the kinship experienced amongst my friends that are (or have been) here with me- Bryan, Mae, Grant, Megan, Mike, Jenn, Brett, Kiri, etc.), a traveled pair of feet, a set of teeth that need brushing, and an enthusiasm to enjoy the last third of my trip with totally welcoming eyes. And after all of that, I will find myself coming home, returning with a self made ready to embrace what is next. And, as a matter of fact, I am just about ready. (And now that it's all said and done... I've done it. I've successfully written a long-winded post.)  [MN]

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