See, we had our d�ner d'adieu at les fourmis ailes. It was a wonderful restaurant, but more wonderful was just feasting together and having the sense that we had been through these past months together... so it was indeed strange. I mean, for example, I was convinced (and if you ask her this she will confirm it) that Kelly didn't exist prior to the Paris trip. It's amazing that in the tiny school that is Carleton, you could actually NOT know someone. But we've become good friends. And it'll be interesting to see how the relationships that have developped during this Paris program continue to develop or not back at Carleton. Okay, enough touchy-feely sentimental philosophy. Here are some pictures from the night. This is me, Kelly, Carmen and Pam (gosh I can't say their names right anymore... I "hear" it the French way! Haha) 
Pam and I. We called a truce and decided not to squabble long enough to take this picture! 
Amy, me and Stacy. 
Ok so these pictures are the tame ones. Of course, a blog is public domain. So no crazy pictures. See, happy people, lots of wine, and an extra helping of super large chocolate cake dessert makes people take silly pictures! haha.. but anyway, these are the profs: Jerome (art history), Yasmina and Anne Joelle (conversation and composition - one just got married the other is going to get married!) and Scott (European identities). Scott made us all a T shirt... and it's TERRIFIC! I love it. And will take a picture soon. It's hilarious! 
Elsewhere, I went to the Champs Elysees which had been converted into a mini Olympic stadium. They closed the whole road for a one day celebration for the Olympic Games 2012. Paris is trying very hard to win the games!! 
AND. Today was the LAST Art history class!! I'm done!!! Forever and ever Amen! No more art history!!! Wooohoooo... but I'm kind of sad to leave my Monet. So here's a tribute. From my final project. The waterlilies or les nymph�as. 
So yes, Ian is right. 21 more days till I get to go home. Yippee!! Ok, to celebrate that. I guess I can post ONE silly picture. Take care y'all. God bless! 
Monday, June 6
Crossing The Line
Last night I crossed the line from "I miss hoooome!" to "I can't believe I'm leaving Paris so soooon!". It feels strange now; not quite bittersweet. But kind of like biting into a semi-ripe orange. It's sourish yet sweetish, and you can't decide if that's good or not. But yeah, I knew time was going to start flying. I was prepared for that. I just didn't know when. So apparently it was last night.
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