A Sunday Afternoon

    I live off of the #1 line of the metro, and had always wanted to see what was on the other end of the line. So I went, and found this:

Chateau de Vincennes

and this:

Another lost sole

Then I took a delicious walk through a bit of the huge (no, really, it's three times larger than Central Park) Bois de Vincennes. 

Found some mistletoe:

And went back home. 

    The other night, Katherine (the French lady I live with) came into my room almost crying she was laughing so hard. I asked her what was going on and she managed to get out (translated) "Do you want some pornography?" I was kind of shocked, because that was definitely the last thing I had expected a grandmotherly person like her to ask me, but she just laughed at me and dragged me over to the window in the sitting room:

   Yes. The man across the street was walking around in his birthday suit. Katherine guessed he was about 70 and could not stop giggling about how exposed he was even though his blinds were closed. Lesson learned: never change without having adequately thick curtains. I love apartment culture...it's like being a spy all the time. Even though you never talk to your neighbors, you know a whole lot more about them than they ever guessed. At the same time it is really annoying, especially with how well sound seems to travel in our building...some stuff, I just don't want to know.


On a less awkward note, guess what I made this week?

Why, yes, I did make the Cluny audio guide logo t-shirt, how ever did you guess?

Contentment right here. 

P.S.
One of the girls in the SAG showed me this song by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros--I have had it on repeat for maybe an hour--it's a good one, I'd definitely recommend checking it out (sorry I only have the link, I wasn't allowed to embed it). Loves!