Paris, Je T'aime

I absolutely love this movie.

This is one of the stories about an American woman named Carol. I think that anyone who has ever traveled alone can really understand what she is saying. It's just such a beautiful ending...



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Le Week-End

c'est tres bon!

we began by celebrating my first night out in like two weeks with some 4 euro champagne



then we met up with michael and jahved and stepped it up a notch.



phantom riders







the lambourghini







then we hit up some bar, neo, and vip... and finally to where the party really happens, le baron.

an eagle who calls himself a duck? that's a party



princess jasmine and minnie mouse? that's a party



the next day, rudy and i met up at mccoy's, the american deli one block away form my apt!!!
it's amazing. lambourghinis are cool and all...
but i'm really happy with some classic comfort food like a bagel and cream cheese.
and, of course, a dr. pepper.



clarissa and i on our way to les halles



musician on the subway



later that night, after some shopping and some mac n cheese, we met back up at hetfeelds.
while i was waiting for her, this was posted on the phone booth (if anyone is interested).



salsa!



shots with claude and the pauls



we <3 claude



paul tries to pick me up (literally)



paul sandwich



waiting for the metro to vip



vip was lame, so we went back to le baron and made more new friends.

sunday we went to mccoys.
this time i got scrambled eggs and bacon and toast.
mmm. i love bacon.
then we went to the eiffel tower!

champs du mars













the eiffel tower









techtonik dancers



they did a routine for us



these cute girls were dancing w/ some hip hop dancers in trocadero...
in my opinion, they were way better!
bisous



iraqi celebration of some sort



sweet photos









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The Dating Game

I mean, it's difficult enough in your own culture... but try adding foreigners and a language barrier to the mix.

Take last night for instance:

Random French Boy: Hi, I'm ____.
Me: Hi, I'm Texas.
RFB: Do you want to sleep with me?
Me: Um, what?! No. I just met you!
RFB: But I am top model.
Me: So?!
RFB: Why do you wear make up if you don't want to sleep with me?


I don't quite understand. Is this French "game?" Does introducing yourself and then offering sex EVER work? Honestly? I mean, maybe if you were like "Hi, I'm Brad Pitt" (and really were Brad Pitt), I could see it working. But you're not.

Then there are the boys who are instantly trying to be your boyfriend, husband, whatever.

Take my new friend, Steve, for example. He called me his "boyfriend" (haha) before even knowing his name.



Not until a couple hours later did I find out that Steve actually has a girlfriend. He even played me their song from his cellphone. (BTW- no one has iPods here. They all use their cellphones.)



I am just left wondering- are you saying this stuff to me because I am American or do you does this actually work on French women?

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trois

Les Invalides









a moat?



Les Halles











Place de Vendome
This is actually the first place I went to in Paris a couple years ago for a job, but the boutique is no longer there!





Le Tour Eiffel







Metro





Courtyard



Waiting for the client to show up



New Jacket



:o)



Wednesday we met up with Aileen and Craig in St. Germain des Pres

Someone put soap in the fountain



mmm... wings...









Le Jardin des Tuilleries

















Les fleurs pour les mortes



So tiny



Signs, etc













??!



They look like Carrot Top



Condoms for sale in the subway



Walls









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