Otto the Orange in front of the Palace of Versailles.
Last time we left off, I was indubitably unnerved by the flight to Paris. But since that time, I have been traveling with a caravan of students and professors to three major cities. Suffice to say, my attitude has changed quite a bit.
Arriving in Paris, we had the fortune of taking a boat ride (tour) of the Seine. It was quite wonderful to see the different buildings in the dusk light. It was not great, however, to almost develop hypothermia as we rode around the freezing city while the winds blew around 20 degrees Fahrenheit.
Nevertheless, it was a great sight to see. Over the course of the next few days in Paris we saw many monuments, historical sites and numerous public displays of affection. Seriously. Every, and any time I took the metro, I saw people locking lips. Three emotions ran through my mind each time (in this order): disgust, curiosity, envy. I should think that a French girl would be interested in a strapping American lad, non? Either way, the city of lights was as elegant as it was cold.
I was able to make it down to Shakespeare and Company as well. It is a bookstore that the expatriate community of the 1920′s often spent time at writing and reading, as well as toss back ideas between young, prolific writers. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Stein. I felt smarter just standing amongst the superfluously anachronistic shelves lined with books that have changed the world. (more…)