Final week in Paris
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Well, well, as it goes...all things must end. Especially summer school. :)
The last week in Paris proved to be the most fun laid back week of the entire trip. We made art, completed journal projects, visited the Erotic Museum, had a lot of wine and food and laughs.
I climbed the Eiffel Tower on the fourth of July, had a very expensive glass of fantastic wine at Le Chat Noir, had even more wine and a lovely night with a lovely Spaniard at a wine cellar and wrapped up the trip with a dinner cruise with, yes, the entire UL group.
There are no words presently to describe or even begin to touch on the experience of studying art in Paris. The city itself was a beast, an organism pulsating with millions of people all in a hurry all on top of each other and mostly drunk. The art, though...I saw just about every painting this summer that has ever changed my life at home..I spent so much time at the Rodin Museum that the cafe guy knew what kind of espresso I wanted when I walked in..
Basically, it was overwhelming in the best way and I will miss the quiet I found along the river, in the sculpture garden, on evening walks..
We leave Paris, headed to the Netherlands.
The last week in Paris proved to be the most fun laid back week of the entire trip. We made art, completed journal projects, visited the Erotic Museum, had a lot of wine and food and laughs.
I climbed the Eiffel Tower on the fourth of July, had a very expensive glass of fantastic wine at Le Chat Noir, had even more wine and a lovely night with a lovely Spaniard at a wine cellar and wrapped up the trip with a dinner cruise with, yes, the entire UL group.
There are no words presently to describe or even begin to touch on the experience of studying art in Paris. The city itself was a beast, an organism pulsating with millions of people all in a hurry all on top of each other and mostly drunk. The art, though...I saw just about every painting this summer that has ever changed my life at home..I spent so much time at the Rodin Museum that the cafe guy knew what kind of espresso I wanted when I walked in..
Basically, it was overwhelming in the best way and I will miss the quiet I found along the river, in the sculpture garden, on evening walks..
We leave Paris, headed to the Netherlands.

