Givin Up

If I keep thinking I'm going to explain the entire Paris episode I'll be on my last day next month. I'll make this easier on everyone by including a profound, succinct summary of the wonderful journey.

Day 4:

Went to Versailes with Nisha and a couple of guys we met through her high school friend, Hoyle. It was great. They were smart.

Day 5:

Went to The Catacombs with Nisha where I met with Abby and some other people from University of Wisconsin. Did you know there are over 6 million people buried there? On the way out I saw a pile of bones on a desk that were confiscated from people who wanted more original souvenirs than the aluminum Eiffel Towers peddlers constantly peddle around town. Then I went inside the Pompidou with the group sans Nisha. Some of the art hurt my eyes. That night I went to a club, The Social Club, with Nisha and her Stanford friend Claire.

Day 6:

Sacre Ceur alone. It's in the sketchiest part of town. There were posses of men holding out loops of string ordering passersby to stick their fingers in the middle. It's hard to say "Fuck off!" I saw the victims standing, hapless, as a bracelet no one asked for slowly formed outward from the loop. The men then asked for 5 euro for the service. That night was a family dinner with a bunch of Weslyan kids at one lucky erasmus student's suave apartment. Did you know they have a student porn magazine at that school?

Day 7:

Took the metro to the airport while managing to dodge the extra fee for leaving my zone by running after someone as the blockade closed behind them. One 2-hour nap later and I was at Lufhaven Airport in Copenhagen.