02.06.2010 - 02.06.2010
Tonight we explored some odd corner of Paris, you know, cobblestone alleys and crepe carts on each corner. It was quite cute, although I don't think it was enough to change my entire opinion about Paris. We went to a Cabaret show though, La Nouvelle Eve. Absolutely hilarious. A few people were offended, there were topless dancers, but in my opinion is was classy. Nothing sexual and nothing too risque...nothing compared to the sex show my tourfriends went to in Amsterdam. I couldn't do it. That is so sad to me. But apparently some people like to pay money to watch others do the dirty. I feel like if that is something I wanted to view, I have Google at my fingertips for free.
Earlier in the day we visited Versaille, which was the royal residence for a few quasi-important people in French history. For at least half the tour I pretended I was Marie Antoinette-besides the whole execution thing.
I am absolutely exhausted. We've reached the hump in the tour, and it's all downhill from here. The recovery process is slow going, and I sleep every extra moment I get. And play kendama. I am getting to be semi-proficient.
My French still sucks. The area we're staying in is a non-English speaking section of Paris. I might have mentioned that, but today I walked around for bloody ever looking for La Poste. I came to find it was closed down long ago, but no one could explain that to me in English, so I looked for quite some time. Sorry Ren, I'll probably get your postcard mailed out in the next day or to. It'll be a Parisian card sent via Switzerland. Very cultured. Miss Alli, you're next. I know you love Germany, so I'll send you a letter from Lucerne. Apparently they speak German there, so it's the best I can do. Gavin, I sent yours out from Holland the other day. I can't say whether or not I should be held responsible for what is written on that card. I really don't remember.
I feel like this blog makes me sound like I'm going crazy over here, but I can promise my liver is still well in tact and I am probably on the more mellow side of the alcoholism scale. I'm going to go buy chocolate and read in the hallway for a bit before I tuck in for the night.