today, a friend of mine asked me, 'whats for fun in Paris?'

...and i reply


"fun in paris is just f***in walking down the street. for me, like, everything is just so beautiful here. and im obsessed with goin to gardens, which they are a lot of. and eating chocolate that melts in my mouth. and seeing the Eiffel tower at night lighting up while walking around looking at the city. like even the cobble stone is beautiful and i walk thru the Luxembourg gardens everyday on the way to school. and i am obsessed with Versailles."

although my chat response is not particularly eloquent, these words somehow still reflect the beauty I see everyday as I walk around. Somehow, the cobblestone, even as it makes my walking un-steady, puts a smile on my face. From the highest balcony, to the pigeon with the beautiful turquoise spots upon its neck , I enjoy these streets. (For those of you who know me well, let's not fall out of our chairs that I just spoke so highly of a bird that is not a peacock.)
And the gardens, oh the gardens! Sweet joy really does overcome me as I sit in between the hedges and read for class.

alas, my rantings about this place are keeping me from the reason why I am in this city in the first place: my studies. So...

The End.