Editor's note:
This is a pictoral and written account of Courtney's trip to
Europe, so be sure to wait for all the pictures to load. You don't want
to miss a thing-- From famous art to matching dresses, she saw it all.
So, when you go to Paris, what do you take a picture of? The Eiffel
Tower, duh. Well I took a picture of the Eiffel Tower all lit up at
night and beautiful, but you won’t see it here. Why not? Cause it didn’t
turn out!!!!
Now that I’ve got that off my chest...I went to Paris for my Spring
vacation to visit a friend of mine who’s studying there for the year
(read: cheap place to stay).
First of all, the flight from Los Angeles to Paris is ELEVEN HOURS LONG.
That’s a long damn time to be sitting in a cramped little seat next to a
French person who would rather a rabid dog was sitting next to them than
an American. At least Air France was pretty accommodating, and
miraculously, the food didn’t suck. In fact it was quite good - grilled
salmon with potato croquettes and of course, cheese and bread. Cheese
and bread are a big thing for the French. And I suppose when you live in
a country that produces 400+ different kinds of cheese, this is only
natural. The dairy cases in French supermarkets are really something to
marvel at. And you know the stereotypical French person clad in a beret
and trenchcoat carrying a baguette fresh from the boulangerie
? It’s a stereotype for a reason; everyone carries baguettes.
It’s almost like a fashion statement.
So, I get into the airport and suddenly everyone is speaking French.
That’s the thing about France; they’ve got a different word for
everything . I claim my baggage, walk through customs without
incident (little did they know of the VX nerve gas I had in my "shampoo
bottle") and meet my friend Molly out in the foyer .
Ironically, we find that even though we got dressed that morning 4,000
miles apart, we managed to wear the same thing (grey shirt, black pants,
black loafers and a black leather jacket). This is a trend that you’ll
see more of later.
The first thing I notice is that people are smoking everywhere. In the
airport, in McDonalds and on the Metro. It’s very strange coming from
L.A. where you can’t even smoke in a BAR. So seeing people smoking out
in public seems almost illegal.