Who doesn't love men?

Nothing particularly interesting happened today. If you want to stop reading at this point, I understand.

Markets at the Bastille

I had my second day of French. As I mentioned before, I'm in intermediate II. I realized today that Intermediate I fulfills my U of M language requirement, so I decided to e-mail the program coordinator and have her switch me into Intermediate I. I'd rather take the easier class while I'm abroad so I don't have to spend as much time worrying about homework, tests, etc. and can spend more time in the city [insert lazy Michigan Difference joke here]. I was done with class fairly early, so I decided to take the Métro to the Bastille area and walk around the market that sets up shop on Mondays and Thursdays. Nothing especially exciting there, but I loved people-watching. On my way home, I got déjeuner at a crêpe stand. My crêpe was enormous and had chicken and three different fromages inside.

Once I got home, I researched a bunch of different options for traveling over spring break. Hopefully my classmates and I can figure out what we want to do and book something soon. I also made decent progress on Mockingjay, the third book in The Huger Games series.

What we ate for dessert

Inès had a friend named Marie over for dinner, who was supposedly excited to have dinner with une Américaine. When I met her, I was sure to stick my hand out for a good ol' American handshake as soon as possible to avoid the uncomfortable kiss on either cheek. During dinner, Marie kept talking about the time she spent in The States visiting men and how she loved men because what is there to not love about men? It took me about halfway through our conversation to realize that she was not actually talking about men, but was indeed referring to the state of Maine. Madame made crêpe complete again for dinner, which I was very happy about. For dessert, we had some yummy ice cream thing that had chopped nuts on the outside and a crunchy vanilla center.

 Like I said, nothing terribly exciting today, but I'm bored sitting in my room, so blogging gives me something to do. Perhaps tomorrow will be more interesting. Fridays always are :)

Affecteusement,

Katie