Another day in paradise.
Last night was a fun night out–first at dinner with fellow Denisonians and later out with AUCP friends. It was nice being able to laugh about Denison over gnocchi and darn good French wine. The restaurant, Antoine, was an Italian place on the Cours Mirabeau, but the seating area is off the main drag and we sat under the stars in a sort of inside courtyard, not bad. A few blocks over we met up with some language partners & AUCP kids, too, I think it's going to be a good semester, we get along quite well. Nothing like a good Michael Jackson song (or two) to get the whole bar singing, right? Later we found yet another group of AUCP girls, tripling our group's size in a blink of an eye. Nonetheless, the bouncers weren't excited to see a gaggle of 15 Americans, so we'll just dominate the dance floor next time.
Today, Morgane and I went to Assogara (interesting name, I know) to find ourselves a new activity to do. Basically everyone in Provence was there, as all day long there were dance and martial arts performances going on as each organization showed off their clubs. We liked the hip hop group the best, where a shrimpy old man joined in to their fast-paced dance to Soulja Boy's "Kiss Me Thru The Phone." Some of the performers started losing rhythm because they were laughing so hard at this silly man, so eventually other pedestrians joined in on the fun. Further down the road, we passed by some Amish-looking people, who were dressed in costume people once donned here many, many moons ago. Our last dance we watched was "rock and roll" dance, which was not a bunch of people doing air-guitar, as I expected. Which group I join has yet to be decided, I'll keep you posted.
As we went up and down the streets, I got to further put into practice my favorite "faire la bise" practice as I saw both French and American friends all throughout the fair. After an hour of paroozing, I joined some girls at La Belle Epoque, an elegant cafe near the end of the same street, for a much-needed glass of milk. Is it normal to order milk in a nice cafe? No, not at all, but I couldn't resist when I realized I hadn't had a sip of milk since last being on American soil.
When I got back I had the most wonderful, jam-packed hourlong conversation with my family unit (Nigel, too). I went back upstairs to watch the end of Dirty Dancing with Morgane in French, it's just as lovable of a film with French actors' voices.
Tomorrow is the first day of class bright and early, but lucky for me, I have the afternoon free! If not tomorrow, I'm going to do some shopping at some point this week with friends–wouldn't want to go on a long sabbatical from one of my favorite activities?
Happy almost Monday, I hope the sun is shining on you, too!
XOXO, c
i had a friend in high school who used to order milk at restaurants every time we went out to eat. i always thought it was so ridiculous, and i can just imagine you ordering milk, in french, in a cafe, in france. love you!
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