Day 8

Ack! Where did the time go? Bitty post which I'll flesh out later.

Class. Christine had us converse for a bit. Maybe converse is a generous description. Anyway, after A talked about what a great hit the tubes of creme du maron were back in Japan, I asked what other edibles make good souvenirs. She also vouched the butter (did I read about it on David Leibowitz's blog, or somewhere else?), and we had a discussion about how to legally transport it back to the US.

Last day for Venus and Sean. Out to farewell lunch aftertaste a cafe that opened out onto the Pompidou plaza. Exchanged emails to keep in touch, and found out about Sean's writing,comedy, etc. A's great love story.

BHV for supplies. Folder, hole punch, tape, highlighters, index cards. The index cards were the hardest to find. Rained on way back. The front of my skirt is drenched. At least when I sit down, my butt is dry. Will make vocab and verb conjugation cards. Visual learner.

Sun shining brightly when I left for the Louvre. Winds blew the clouds into a hovering position over Pei's entrance. Wandered a lot. Saw a few things I liked, and lots that didn't touch me at all. Avoided the Richter exhibit. Enjoyed the Rembrandts. Something about chiaroscuro when it's done right. Think I took more pictures from the windows of the Louvre, than I did from out outside. Tried some of the online tours, but they were rubbish.

Sun setting and painting the clouds glorious colors as I exited.

Back to apt.vgot take out from the restaurant downstairs, Le Partages.vmaybe they thought I was crazy, but I was too tired and footsore to eat in the restaurant. Deliciousness. And now, to sleep. No shower. Just sleep.