Just going to write about some random Paris things that I haven't written about before and I was thinking about today. I think it is a law in Paris that people need to own a small dog. Everyday I see a ton of small, adorable puppies (even if they are dogs I refer to them as puppies) with their owners walking down the street. People bring their dogs onto the trains, buses, into stores, everywhere. It always melts my heart and makes me miss my Samson. I cannot wait to see him when I get home. However, there are sad situations where I see dogs. A lot of homeless people have dogs, trying to evoke empathy from people and get money. The other day I bought some dog treats and gave them to the person. That poor dog shouldn't starve, and I understand that the homeless person doesn't have to either. But there are homeless shelters for humans, there aren't homeless shelters for dogs.
Something else I have decided is that French children are the cutest little people in the entire world. When we were at the metro stop waiting for Sacre Coeur there was a little French boy who was blowing kisses to the trains and saying "Au Revoir". It was the most adorable thing I have ever seen in the entire world and his voice was so precious. Also, those children are dressed to the T. They wear jeans tucked into boots with sweaters. There are no sweatpants or leggings with matching shirts on these children. So it is decided then. To get my little French child I will be moving here one day.
I love the little neighborhoods in Paris. In the Marais area restaurants and bars are basically in alleys. The roads are so small to walk through, and the sidewalks are entirely too narrow. Everything is so close together and convenient. There are the disgusting smells of trash and urine in certain areas, but in other areas the aroma of pastries, crepes, frites, or seasoned meat encase the air. There are way too many people trying to make their way down the sidewalks, and there are annoying men standing outside of restaurants that try to get you to come in and have a meal. Everything is moving and working like a unit. It's all in sync and so incredibly charming.
A part of the charm I could do without is the horrible service. Since people don't have to tip in Paris the waiters are atrocious. I understand that meals are supposed to last a long time, but at the same time it should not take almost an hour to get an order taken or to get a check. That is one thing I will not miss about Paris. As a server, I appreciate someone who works hard to be efficient, timely and produce quality product. Not so much the case here.
Totally random tangent, but I have a crush on my professor. Move over Mr. Rose, you have been replaced. Sorry for going 70's on everyone, but he is like so dreamy. He is the epitome of what a French man should be. He has the perfect French accent, and a dazzling smile. If only he were a little younger...
It's funny but I wake up and I don't really even think I am in Paris. I mean I know I am here, but this place is starting to feel like home. I know the metro system, I have my places where I go to eat or hang out, and my breath is still taken away every time I see a monument. I know I could wake up every morning here and be happy. I know this to be true, and maybe one day it will be a reality. But for now, I'll just be so incredibly grateful that my parents supported this endeavor, and continue to fall in love with my Paris. Because honestly, I feel a sense ownership with this city now.
Tomorrow is my adventure with Jake, and Wednesday is the Louvre so my next blog post should actually have some real substance. Night everyone.
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