1. I was walking through the Marais, a warm and delicious falafel sandwich in my hands, on my way to eat it in the Place des Vosges, and a man started to play "Les Champs-Elysées" on his saxophone.
2. I came home to find Beatrice finally home from her vacation, and a mountain of cookies and salted caramel from Bretagne on my desk.
3. On one of my many trips to Shakespeare and Co, possibly my favorite bookstore yet, the guy working remembered me and we chatted. Probably because I've gone there almost once a week, and I'm secretly fascinated with the people who work there, and when I return after graduation I want to work there...is that weird?
4. I got conned by a fake-deaf girl into giving her five euro. When a group of them first came up to me I said no thanks, but then when I found out they were deaf I felt bad, because it looked like all they wanted me to do was to sign a petition. But then I realized I was being forced to give the girl money and I felt my moral values plummeting when my poor student-self argued with her into not giving her my twenty, but asking for change...(does this not sound familiar to my taxi argument?) I kind of felt like it was a scam in the back of my head, but my suspicions were definitely confirmed when I was walking out of the Pompidou and heard her talking to her friend...now I don't feel bad for demanding change! This story may not particularly make me want to stay in Paris, but I like being forced to constantly be on my toes...
5. The ability to spontaneously walk into a world famous art museum for free, and only stay for an hour or so.
6. Views like this:
7. I am constantly falling in love with Paris over and over again. There are some things I miss about New York, like Mamoun's $2.50 falafel (I don't care if they say it's better here) and streets on a grid. But after meandering along the city and suddenly seeing breathtaking views like above, while a scoop of salted-caramel ice cream is waiting to be eaten...nothing can really compare.
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