Whinging, basically

I'm running out of ways to start these posts, so we'll just stick with 'Hi'.

Since I last posted, I've not done much apart from nearly throw up from fear of a presentation, run around Paris desperately trying to squeeze as much in as poss, accepted that my name is Christy, drunkenly tried to rent a Velib (you have to register or something?! liars), being miserable from lack of sleep and spending 7 euros on potatoes at the Christmas Market.

Thing is, I am sad at the thought of leaving Paris but at the same time, Christmas is around the corner and I'm missing home comforts. I did have a bit of a tear today; I was standing on Petit Pont looking out over the Seine (obviously this is St.Michel, where else) and it hit me that this was coming to an end. I'm so used to having such a unique (code-word for fucking bizarre) city at my fingertips, I'm so used to seeing all the monuments that I can't imagine not waking up knowing the Eiffel Tower is down the road, I'm so used to not being able to eat a decent steak and kidney pie that I've probably developed an allergic reaction to it. Above all, I'm so used to the people around me. I swear, I'll be in Chelmsford and I'll just be like, ooh I'll text Joe and Niamh, see what they're doing OH WAIT. What about my weekly Starbucks with Anja and our random conversations in German? It's weird as well, because I'm one of only a few who aren't coming back to the residence after Christmas...so that means, they'll all be here again bitching about the trains and meat prices without me. Kinda makes you realise how small your own life is in the grand scheme of things, I guess.

WOW this is getting a bit heavy...on the upside of things, Paris is looking very christmassy and lovely, which gives me a toasty feeling inside! I saw a man on a crane-lift thing decorating the christmas tree outside Notre Dame, I've seen some gorgeous shop windows, lots of lights, and perhaps most exciting of all, have learnt that Santa's Village will be at St. Sulpice this year. Which is literally 2 minutes walk from uni. SANTA. I'm such a kid.

Galeries Lafayette

So what have I actually done this week? Monday was a German test I had not idea had, 20 French sentences to translate into German. No dictonaries. Are you fucking kidding me? Tuesday was hideous presentation day, but it's over now. It was awful, just awful, but it's done and I never have to worry about it again (that won't stop me). On Wednesday, it was Hannah's 21st so it was off to Earth's Kitchen (gonna miss that place too ha) where I don't even know how many cocktails I had, before Hannah and I realised we'd missed the last metro, so we wandered around looking for a bus. On the way, I furiously attacked a boris bike with my navigo, we climbed onto the ice rink on the Champs-Elysees, I attemped to climb on a horse, Hannah fell asleep on the bus  and we eventually made it home. Top night.

only time you will ever see me on an ice rink, relish it

Thursday saw me nursing a hangover in Bagneux McDonalds all by myself. Claassssy. It's only really today that's worth mentioning as I had another touristy day and saw some interesting sights, like this random Japanese Pagoda about 15 minutes from the Arc de Triomphe, a library that looked like a castle, a wall in Montmarte that has 'I love you' written on it in every language and an amazing shop called Tati, which I will be returning to. I was actually able to purchase some 50d tights, in my size, more than one, for 4.99. That's rare as rocking horse shit in most big shops here. I was well excited to get a couple of christmas cards that weren't 4 euros a pop and some present bags that mother will love.

pity about the bloody van

this is just really french

I also finally bought myself an oil painting from one of the sellers along the Seine, something I wished I'd done last time I was here so I'm very satisfied with myself. Can you guess what it's a painting of? Yes, well done, it's Notre Dame and St.Michel. 

Next week is my last full proper full week (well 3 days) of uni and my last long weekend here in Paris, so I have so many other little things to do- I REALLLY want to go to the Sewer Museum, you get to wear a hard hat and everything.

Laters x

Disneyland and other pictures of me being a tit

Bon soir! So yesterday I realised that it's now exactly 4 weeks until I'm home, snuggled in front of my Christmas tree eating my body weight in oven-cooked meals. Where the hell has the time gone, seriously? I don't think my French has massively improved, which is ideal. My confidence is definitely a million times better, but my actual ability to form coherent sentences still leaves a lot to be desired.

I did, however, backchat a beggar the other day (only me, right). Basically, he told the whole train carriage that Sia, Sarah and I were 'little tourists' to which I snottily replied 'I'm not a tourist, I live here!' That sure told him.

I've also realised that I have no idea what I've done in my time here. I've still got some touristy things left to do, I've only been drunk about 3 times and the farthest I've been out of Paris is to Disneyland. Which is still in the same region. Will I ever escape Ile-de-France? Yes, because in 3 weeks I'm finally going somewhere! I'm heading to Strasbourg to see Sia (and the Christmas markets) for 4 days, which will be lovely!

Saturday before last, I had a nice little touristy day all to myself; I went to the Catacombes (grim, but fascinating)

rows and rows of bones...

sums the whole experience up really

taken by a nice Russian lady

 I finally climbed Notre Dame! It was well worth the half hour wait and 400 steps. I'm not even being sarcastic (well, maybe a bit) but it really was quite nice. Did you know that the animal sculpture things aren't actually called gargoyles?! They're chimeras, the gargoyles are the drain/water spout things! I know right, fun fact for you all.

quite proud of this one, obvs a professional now

I also visited the Archaeological Crypt and learnt all about the Romans in Paris, no award-winning pictures of this I'm afraid, but I did find out that the massive aqueducts over the train tracks into Cachan were built by the Romans, how mad is that!



I rounded off my day with a nice visit to Napoleon's tomb.

Have you ever seen anything like it?

The following night, we had another soiree at the residence, which involved a hell of a lot of food. Everyone made something (apart from me, Alessandra and Elinor because we got the wrong day). Spanish omelette, fried potatoes, Greek salad, Czech potato fritters, smoked sausage from the Swiss-French border, hot milk and honey, and some scary Mexican lollipops that made me want to cry. I did try my best and even took a big bite but I just couldn't finish it. Mau did take a picture of my first lick...saying 'Don't worry, I won't put it on Facebook, I'll just show my mother.'

Watermelon and tons of chilli powder, why

Last Monday, Joe and I took a trip to Alfortville, which was, I don't mean to be rude, full of Gypsies. We did see a rather impressive Chinese pagoda hotel though and had nice walk by the flooded river, which made a change to being in a rush around Paris all the time. Got some fresh-ish air in our lungs, went to see the Francois-Mitterand library, which I really don't understand the fuss about? And then headed to the cinema to see Quai d'Orsay - think The Thick of It but less offensive and more French. Most of the jokes went over my head, naturally, but I did enjoy the fascination with highlighters.

This weekend just gone, Sarah and Sia came to visit, which was cute! It was Sarah's first time in Paris so we did the obligatory tourist stuff (naturally, the Museum of Erotic Art comes under that category).

Intriguing

We also had a coffee in Cafe des deux Moulins, made famous by Amelie, so I can cross that off my bucket list! Saturday arrived and off we went to Disneyland, wearing our Mickey/Minnie ears. It was literally freezing, but it was amazing, obviously. Thunder Mountain remains firmly in my list of favourite rollercoasters and I absolutely LOVED posing for pictures with a statue of Buzz Lightyear. My kind of day out.

CHRISTMAAAAAAASYYYYYY

Sleepy is my favourite, and the best. Don't argue.

Sia and I, smileeey

Sarah and I, Buzz fecking Lightyear and what

The weekend also went far too fast though and now I'm facing the last vocab tests and assessments of term, ugh. Though, I did beat a couple of French girls in our German to French translation test, so I'll be sure to hold onto that when I think all hope is gone.

Tomorrow, I'm off to the Saint-Denis basilica with Niamh, and then we're going to watch the Christmas lights switch-on on the Champs-Elysees. Which will be stunning I reckon!

A tout l'heure! x

p.s Sorry that I nicked your photos off Facebook, Sia, does this count as an acknowledgement? Please don't sue me, I can't afford it.

Madame, madame, exusez-moi madame, bonjour

It's been a while since I've posted on here properly, mainly due to laziness and the fact that my life really isn't that interesting. I've also left it so long that I don't really know what to tell you. I've been feeling quite homesick since Lewis and my sister visited, only natural I guess but it's been a tough couple of weeks. We've had a few tests and graded homework at uni and it's been stressful and I'm still awful at contributing to lessons (apart from my German ones, which says a lot about what language I prefer...)

Anyway, aside from feeling sorry for myself, there's been some good parts too. We've had a crepe party at my residence, which is just what it sounds like- just eating a fuckload of crepes really. I met a couple of Peruvian girls which was lovely and Mau, a hilarious Mexican girl, taught me to salsa which was a laugh.

international amis

I also had a 'cultural' Sunday with Niamh, which consisted of going to a jumble sale, visiting the Pantheon (where they keep all the important people's bodies, basically) and sitting in MacDonalds waiting for the rain to stop. I was a bit relieved with the jumble sale, as it's called a vide grenier and I thought we were actually going to go to someone's attic and rifle through their unwanted belongings. Which would have been a bit odd.

a really rubbish picture of the Pantheon

I've been out a couple of times too, back to Earth's Kitchen with the Hannahs and Hannah's lovely spanish flatmate. Managed not to get locked out this time. Joe and I also attempted to go to an Erasmus get together in Bastille last week but I can't even tell you how awkward it was. Everyone is incredibly clicque- y here. We said hello to a few people and then ran away to a cheaper bar.

Bit of a nightmare when I got home that night, as I realised my sister was arriving that morning NOT Friday morning as I'd started to think. Cue frantically (and drunkenly) doing the washing at 1am. I managed to collect my sister sans incident and we had a wonderful weekend together. We stayed in a very cute hotel a stone's throw (well, a 10 minute walk) from the Arc de Triomphe, ate some decent meals and walked everywhere.

from our hotel window, my camera skills are shocking

Naturally, there were some hiccups along the way -it wouldn't be my life otherwise. I actually had my first proper confrontations in French. One was with a beggar woman who practically tried to rob us and the other was in a restaurant in St. Michel. The food was rubbish and I tried to get our money back, didn't work but I held my ground for a good 5 minutes and argued the whole thing in very angry French.

We did a lot of touristy things as well, as it was Joy's first ever visit to Paris! It was actually really nice to see her excitement at everything, as it brought it all back for me. We ordered room service one night as well, which went swimmingly until I dropped it (a massive chicken sandwich) all over the floor. The poor bellboy said he'd get me another one, but then reception rang up to the room and said it would be another hour. "Have you still got the one I dropped?" is probably one of the oddest requests they've had in a while.

the one I dropped, complete with elastic band to prevent future accidents

Joy was also a bit shocked by the amount of beggars and homeless people here, but I'm used to it now. Everyday, someone will approach me or say to me as I walk past 'Madame, madame, un euro, madame.' In fact, I'm so used it, I've perfected the art of completely ignoring them, which is awful, I know but let me just quickly explain. A lot of them that roam the trains are just chancers (they have little printed cards explaining their plight), some are just evidently not genuine (I've seen people pretending to be deaf and then having a conversation with their beggar mates...). It gets to the point where you just don't bother to even try to work out who really needs help or not.

We said byes on Sunday afternoon and it felt so strange to know she would be back in Essex, with my mum, and I was going to be in my room in Cachan drinking chocolate milk and crying into my vocab books.

This week has been alright though, have spent most of it with Joe as we're both miserable and sans amis at the moment (my residence is practically empty because everyone is on uni holiday). Wednesday night we went to La Defense, which is the business district, just outside the city border. I actually love how they've kept it seperate from the city. It also looked like something from the future. Were we on the set for the film adapation of 1984? Must have been.

La Defense (from the Arc de Triomphe)

I did absolutely rien for Halloween except watch the Shining by myself and as a consequence, didn't go into my ensuite for about two hours, for fear of some axe murderer hiding in there.

Yesterday was All-Saint's Day and we attempted to be French by visiting the Montparnasse Cemetery. There didn't seem to be as many people there as we expected, but it still felt a bit cultural. (I'll keep telling myself that.) Then we went to the cinema to see Gravity which was INCREDIBLE. Except, we queued to buy our tickets and then had to go back outside and queue again to get into the film. This country, seriously.

I'm still enjoying being here, but I think I'm definitely getting a bit sick of the city. You're probably thinking 'But it's Paris, stop whining!', I know, yes it's lovely, but it's very stressful after a while! My horoscope said I should take a holiday....if only!

can you tell we're related? scary innit

22 Things I've learnt about Paris.

1. The green man means nothing to Parisian drivers. Learn to say 'putain, c'est vert!' and you might just avoid getting run over.

2. Most Parisians seem to have got their driving license from a joke shop. 3 point turns on roundabouts, reversing all the way down a street, parking on a corner, parking over a crossing.... Parking bumper to bumper is not unusual. Can't get out of your parking space? Tough.

3. When street hawkers approach you rattling mini eiffel towers or trying to fix bracelets on your wrists, don't speak English. Or, just don't speak and run away.

4.  People don't tend to pick up dog poo. And a lot of Parisians have dogs.

5. Be prepared to pack your bags as fast as you can at the supermarket because the cashier will not wait until you've moved your stuff to start serving the next person. Much more importantly, if there is no 'next customer' separator  thing, wait your turn otherwise the cashier will just scan your stuff with someone elses.

6. Sometimes the train driver apparently just decides he's not stopping at your stop. He will announce this, but in a very crackly way. Who cares if you end up four stops from home?

7. You can open the doors of metros and RER's while they're still moving. Balance and timing is essential.

8. Men will call after you, ask for your number, compliment you ridiculously (I look like Madonna apparently) and make horrendous amounts of eye contact on public transport. If you're super lucky, they might even follow you down the street.

9. Listening to your iPod on the Metro? Vigorously bop your head and mouth the words, it's okay.

10. Metro stations have more than one exit. Be prepared to be miles away from your intended destination if you make the wrong choice.

11. Fresh milk doesn't exist here (Well, I haven't found it yet!). Get used to everything UHT or 'raw' milk which is completely untreated and straight from the cow.

12. You're eating dinner at 6? What are you, an animal? Dinner doesn't happen here until at least 8pm.

13. The need for personal space isn't really understood here. Oh you wanted to sit outside a cafe? Be prepared for someone to sit so close to you that your arms touch every time you pick up your drink.

14. Always respond when someone greets you! (You should do this anywhere you live, to be fair...)

15. Ca va is not equivalent to 'alright?'. If you're not interested in a conversation, don't say it.

16. Buy a big long scarf. Since I've been wearing my scarf, more and more people seem to think I belong here.

17. Getting the attention of a waiter is quite difficult. Decide you want a drink well in advance of being really thirsty.

18. American tourists are the worst tourists (well nearly all the ones I've seen). They call everything 'cute', order food obnoxiously, mispronounce all the signs and wonder why even I don't have a clue what they're talking about and they call everything 'cute'. So annoying it needed mentioning twice.

19. Although the metro is very good, walk as much as you can if you have the time. There's always something to see.

20. They don't sell single chocolate bars in smaller supermarkets. Use vending machines, newsagents or if you're feeling cheeky, buy a pack of 3 Mars Bars for 2.00. They're half the size, by the way.

21. It's not a stereotype that French people walk around with baguettes under their arms. They really do.

23. Avoid FNAC at all costs unless you have a lot of time to waste, endless patience and spare deodorant in your bag.

Bonus: Paris is ridiculously beautiful at night, everything is gold, even the river.

It should be night all the time.

Crying, sprinting, puking, climbing - lots of extreme verbs this week

Salut tout le monde! I've now been here a month and am now a 21 year old honorary Parisian. My birthday weekend was brilliant and I'm so pleased Lewis came to visit. We've now been tolerating each other for six years, and here's to sixty more!

I love you man

The beginning of the week was spent in a constant state of excitement and impatience. I realised that our uni is really close to the Jardin du Luxembourg, thanks to Niamh who took me there on Tuesday afternoon. I really need to stop taking the metro everywhere and walk. On Wednesday, I had a German presentation on Til Schweiger, which went down an absolute treat actually. I've been a bit concerned about my German, but after a few grammar lessons and that presentation, I feel much better and even managed a whole conversation in German with Joachim and Polymnia tonight. Granted, it was about chocolate but it counts, okay?

I have finally eaten some pie! It's been pretty impossible to find something even slightly resembling a steak and kidney pie here, but thanks to Joe, there was pie. Took us about three hours to cook (what is it with blokes and instructions) but it was so damn good. 

This is actually a gross picture, but it was really nice

I spent Friday wandering around Paris waiting for Lewis to arrive. I've found my new favourite shop: Freepstar. It is fantastic. I bought 2 shirts and 3 jumpers for 5 euros. I think it's my new home. Anyway, Friday was a bit of a nightmare actually because guess what? The RER B was on strike. Thanks guys. Thanks a lot. Me and Lewis had to come home super early because the trains were all messed up, nice one.

So my actual birthday was Saturday and I'm pretty privileged to have spent it by the Eiffel Tower, Sacre Couer and the Arc de Triomphe. Sacre Coeur was absolutely beautiful and well worth the climb- the view of the city from the top is actually breathtaking.

I should climb stuff more often

We had a couple of beers in an Irish pub round the corner from Sacre Coeur, where a very jolly french man played the accordion and sang 'champs elysees' and 'la vie en rose'. It was pretty French and I loved it. We were supposed to be meeting Joe at the Arc de Triomphe but we were so late, mainly because Lewis needed the toilet and I lost him in a crowd. Both my phones were dead, so I had no way of contacting them. After sprinting through the tunnel to the arch (yes, you read sprinting correctly), I asked this French man if I could use his phone. I must have told him it was an English number about 20 times, but it was all okay and we all found each other and started my birthday celebrations looking at a glittery Eiffel Tower. Pas mal!

Why do I always tilt my head like this?

We headed over to Saint Michel (which is fast becoming my favourite part of Paris, I always seem to be there) and had too many pints at a bar called Polly Magoo or something. Lewis and Joe clubbed together and bought me a white rose, which I lost later :(

It's my birthday, I'll look insane if I want to

I'm a camera hog, soz

I was worried (of course I was) about how we were going to get home as we'd long missed the RER and I had no idea how much a taxi would be, but it turned out to be 17 euros! Perfect.

Unfortunately, I spent the next morning feeling a little worse for wear and actually ended up throwing up against a tree on the way to the train station. Stay classy, Kirsty. Lewis and I did have a nice day though and ended the evening with a beer at a gay bar in le Marais. Of course we did!

I left Lewis wandering on his own today while I was at uni, and collected him afterwards. We just wandered around again, had another beer, lost Lewis' tabacco and very nearly missed his train. My room is far too empty now :(

On the brighter side of things, I HAVE A TOASTER. It was my birthday present from Joe, what a diamond. No more fried crumpets for me!

FRIED EGG ON TOAST HERE I COME

I apologise for the capitals, but maybe you don't understand. I haven't had toast in a month. That isn't right.

I also have a little job, go me right. The woman at reception here wants me to help her with her English and is going to pay me 10 euros an hour, I am actually so grateful for this!

Sadly, it's back to the real world in the morning, no more romping around Paris with my bezzer. C'est la vie.

Excusez moi, I'm full of phlegm.

 Another week has gone already in la belle France and I think I've actually become quite used to this place. There are obviously still some things that I just cannot get my head around (why do I have no oven? why can I not find lined paper?  why was there a man with a potty on his head the other day?) but for the most part, I'm settled now.

I've even been to the pharmacy and coughed all over them to visually demonstrate my illness ( I lack the vocabulary to say 'I'm going to cough up my lung'). On my second trip today, yes second, I came away with some intriguing tablets. I didn't read the instructions and so very nearly ended up choking to death outside the bakery. Turns out you have to melt them on your tongue...oops. 

The tablets that nearly took my life in broad daylight

I'm also loving the Navigo pass and I can't help sneering a little bit at the groups of tourists that fumble around the ticket barriers. Oh, les pauvres.

I'm still having name issues, but to be honest I think everyone is. I've taken to telling them my name is Marie in Starbucks. Smiles all round.

wow

On Monday after Uni, Joe and I trekked around the famous Pere Lachaise Cemetery, which was really interesting, apart from inappropriate fits of giggles (blamed on me) and very nearly crashing a funeral. We saw Oscar Wilde's and Jim Morrison's graves, which was....quite odd really, as well as loads of other ones, it was fascinating and a little bit freaky.

'it's too morbid'

Uni is going well though, apart from the amount of work, but I actually do quite enjoy it - considering I want to be a translator. The only things I don't enjoy are a)presentations, I feel sick thinking about it and b) French keyboards. Seriously, it took me like 5 minutes to write two sentences. I was almost hysterical trying to Google and Niamh had to help! 

On Wednesday night, I met Hannah at the Louvre and then we went to meet some of her English friends at a bar called Earth's Kitchen. Cocktails were 3 euros, which is pretty mental for Paris. Throw in a couple of free shots and some wine and I decided that I'd definitely missed the last RER and was crashing at Hannah's. While we were there, singing to Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake (I KNOW), I bumped into someone I went to primary and secondary school with!! We were just screaming at each other, both equally quite freaked out.

Hannah and a very creepy drawing on the street

I woke up at Hannah's in the early hours coughing my guts up and she kindly suggested I take myself outside for some air....and then I locked myself out for an hour. Sitting in a Parisian courtyard at 4am in October with no socks or jacket on, is not something I recommend. Hannah eventually rescued me and I was on the Metro at 5.30, high-tailing it back to Cachan and my bed.

For now, I'm going to enjoy some more of Agatha Christie's Mort sur le Nile and eat a croissant. A bientot!

Hello my name is Kirsty, but you can call me Kristy

Salut! My my, the last seven days have been busy and apart from the slight inconvenience of a chesty cough, I've loved (nearly) every minute. I am, however, sorry to inform you all that I STILL don't have a duvet. But I do have a nice blanket and it's been hot here the last few days so it's not been too bad.

On Saturday, I went with Leah and her friend to an exhibition at the Netherlands Institute. I rarely do stuff like that, so it was good to go and get some culture! Spending the afternoon with two Frenchies was also excellent practice, even if we did just laugh at the more peculiar stuff. I think I probably said, 'Oui, c'est fascinant' too many times. I also had to explain why I was giggly at the name 'Hieronymus Cock'.

A rather horrifying engraving by Mr.Cock

Agathe, Leah et moi

Lessons started on Monday and I actually managed to get myself there without some ridiculous incident, I know right? The first lesson was about note-taking for interpreters. I was totally lost, considering I'd never done anything like that before and we have to take the time to learn our own personal symbols....it's like shorthand, but more diabolical. Then I had a German grammar lesson which went reasonably well and was relieved that it was taught in German. I don't think I could deal with somebody teaching me German grammar in French...

Doing my homework on the first day, keeno

The following morning, I woke up feeling like someone had run over my head with a truck. I figured soup would be a great idea so I went to Simply and was wandering around for at least ten minutes before I found any. It was in all cartons. So not right. Got into Uni for 2, which was a French class for us Erasmus people and it was all well and good until the teacher asked for an info sheet on all of us - including our permanent address in England and our phone numbers?! She also wants a picture of each of us...fuck that! Is she an identity thief or something? So weird! By the end of the next lesson (English to French translation) that afternoon, I was absolutely done and ready for my strange cartonned soup and my bed.

Wednesday was marginally better; after my German to French translation lesson (kill me, right) a lovely French girl called Rachel invited me to eat at MacDonalds with her friends. I felt very sorry for the soggy sandwich in my rucksack, but hey ho. I am also feeling sorry for my name, most of the french people call me 'Kristy' or 'Keerrrsty'. Oh well.  Then I metro'd back to the other building for French- English translation and decided I absolutely love the teacher. He reminds me a bit of Hannibal Lecter, but I'll just not think about that. Me and a guy from Edinburgh (an amusing mec called Joe), had a German oral lesson next and CAN I JUST SAY, my new favourite thing is French people speaking in German. They struggle with the 'h' and 'sch' so much and it makes me feel better about myself.

After class, we tried buy a vocab book that we needed for German, so into FNAC we go. It was honestly just one of the worst shops I've ever been in. The books are on the fourth floor, we find the book in a complete disorganised mess and have to queue to ask for another one. Wrong queue. Next queue, no book. Order instore? Oh no. So, no tills on the top floor, so went all the way back down again and there were only 3 tills open and about 20 people in each queue. We were in the queue for half an hour. Joe thought a fox was a goat, so I think that says it all about exhaustion really.

Yesterday was homework day. At least, half of it was, until Hannah text and I met her at Uni to sign up for integration weekend. It's 180 euros, jesus h, but I'm hoping it will be worth it! We then paid a visit to the Conciergerie, which was morbidly fascinating. I didn't quite have the guts to touch a guillotine blade but I did have a good old chuckle at Prince Napoleon's request for a foot massage.

The reconstruction of Marie Antoinette's Cell. Shat myself.

We also paid a visit to Saint Chapelle, which is honestly one of the most beautiful places I have ever set foot in.

My camera does not do this place any justice

And now, we come to today, which was spent up the Eiffel Tower and in Marks and Spencers with Joe and Niamh, also from Edinburgh. We walked to the second floor (needless to say, I wanted to well, not) and then got the lift all the way to the top. Niamh was quite calm, but me and Joe were a mess! The lift made my ears pop, it was so hot and sticky and crowded and the top deck is so small. But the views were definitely worth it!

From the top, North Paris...maybe?

trying not to soil ourselves

Tomorrow will not be as fun, unfortunately. 9.30- 12.30 compulsory seminar for our note taking class. If I don't get a good job after Uni, someone is getting sued.