This was the phrase that hooked me on french. It was one of the many phrases ma mere would use around the house. More importantly, because I speak romanian already, she would typically rant in french. That enticed me. If you don’t know, I unintentionally minor in a language I once deemed useless. That language is french.
It’s ok. I kind of lost my fluidity and comfort by being in Italy and learning italian. I often catch myself fluctuating between languages, very confused of where my train of thought wants to go. So. Many. Trains.
It’s ok.
Last week, we spent a few days in Paris. It was beautiful, metropolitan enough, and had fewer tourists than any place I’ve been in Italy thus far. Speaking to the people we came across felt welcoming and without judgement( with my jank french).
It was totally chic.
I don’t even like the word ‘chic’.
But Paris was chic.
Here’s the truth: I am very much so not done with the photos. I took over 1k shots… homework and traveling take priority over these many shots. I will not be going through all the shots for a while. Shots, shots, shots. Shots.
Here are a few because I don’t really wan’t to pay for premium yet… but I will because I’m starting to think that I might keep this going for #thecollegeyears So think of these as part one.
Or would that be lame?
L’Arc de Triomphe
Going down, through the tunnel
“N’interrompez jamais un ennemi qui est en train de faire une erreur.”
— Napoléon
Funny story: the arc was completed well after little napoleon died
But it was still a regal place
Oh and I don’t condone lauderee just f y i
It sounds irrelevant to the post but I only mention it because I did get a few photos of their storefront which was ish aesthetically please but not really.
And that doesn’t even finish the full first day.
collectif de cole 